Well there was one time at this place on the state line Iregularlywent to that I never ever will forget. I was horny, as usual, and went to the parlor...to get my rocks off. I met a large girl at the door she took me back and we went for I think a half hour session. She came back, got nude, rubbed me a bit and I said, “you know what I like?... I like to massage you.” She got on the massage table face down and,Well, I did her back. The thing that was unusual about this session is she didn’t talk. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions last. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to think of himself as a female. He will be referred to as, "she," be given a female. We started by stomping him, hard, brutal, bones breaking, we could see broken ribs trying to teat through his flab, such fun. When he was totally still, we rolled him over, got him up on is hands and knees, slid a chair under his stomach, cuffed him tight, and used our boots to seriously kick his ass. Don't know if you can die from an ass kicking, we certainly gave it our beat shot, best foot froward, sort to speak. His ass was destroyed, a solid, swollen mass of angry black and blue, so. The concentration was broken with Karen and her parents coming through the door “hi didn’t know you was coming round” Karen said “well didn’t know you was going out so thought I would pop round, but Sally has been the perfect host keeping me entertained all evening” “I bet she has” as Karen looked at Sally, she knew what Sally was like, little did she know she was right, what a ride, never had a BJ like it and she swallowed as well, loved to be fucked and could deep throat as well.We went to.