When I said that I had, he gave me another map, and told me to follow his blue Ford station wagon. We drove through the IBM complex, and ended up in a...parking lot outside a large one-story building that was considerably less impressive than the 701 building where we had lunched.On the walk in from the parking lot, Paul told me that the building was actually an old supermarket that had been expanded after IBM had bought it. We went in and Paul led the way through a maze of corridors populated by. If I said good, he shove his cock in a little deeper. About 2 hours in, his whole cock was inside me. He was still going slow, but he decided to crank up the juice. He began rapidly fucking my ass. It hurt so much, but turned into so much pleasure. “I’m sorry if it hurts, I thought I had more time to train you in fucking” he said. “Train me? For what?” I asked. “The Prison Pageant” he replied. “What’s the Prison Pageant?” I questioned. “You’ll find out soon enough” he answered. He then fucked. He probably thought he misheard me.I was in some kind of over-honest state - probably brought on by complete brain drain. I made it easy for him."I'm not going to stop loving you if you force yourself on me every once in a while." If I had thought about what I was saying, I would have run screaming from the room to stick my head under a cold shower, but the judgement centers in my brain were completely out to lunch.He was angry enough - frustrated enough - aroused enough - to not need any. They told us that they would move back to Yuma when we married so we could have the house to ourselves, but Lucia quickly put a stop to that. Since Malena would be living with Tom, we’d have a separate room for their boys anyway.Lucia and Malena wanted to wear white dresses, but neither of them wanted to wear a bridal gown. Tom and I went to Spragues to buy matching suits. Mr. Sprague took our measurements and told us he’d have them altered in two days. We didn’t see Catherine and since Mr..