10x6 feet with two bunks and a bucket for sloops. I wasn't alone however, on one of the bunks was a middle-aged man reading his paper. He didn't ackno...ledge me though, which didn't bode well. But then after a few minute he put down his paper and looked at me."What are you in for?" he asked straight out."Burglary," I replied, "three years. You?" Manslaughter," he said with a grin, "seven years, done two already, should be out in a couple more." Oh," I said.Things went quite after that and I. He held her gaze and then nodded at a door situated at the back of the library. Turning away from her, he began to make his way slowly towards it, pausing now and again to straighten a book.Tvisha grabbed her bag, walked past him and through the door he had indicated.She found herself in a small room, stacked high with old books. The air was so thick she could smell the mustiness of paper and decaying glue. It was clear this room wasn’t used much.The door opened behind her and she immediately. The feeling of her bouncing up and down and forcing his cock up into her belly still feels so amazingly good.Peach rides his dick forcefully, wanting to fuck him roughly so that he'll cum harder. She wipes a bit of his sperm off of her nipple and licks it off her finger. "Oh Bowsie, I already am your fuck slave!" she says lovingly as she jumps up and down on his dick.Bowsie? The nickname was too much for him as he picked her up and held her down, spreading her legs above her head as his huge. Yet now I was thinking of her too much, which perhaps what was caused me to do to her what I did next. These last three days, having her repeatedly and meekly bare her ass for me, knowing she would receive nothing in return, no caresses, no pleasure, no orgasm, knowing that she would only be used, had been extremely erotic and satisfying. Which is something for someone who has managed to have the experiences I have had. What has happened, I thought, to the misogynistic Bradley Rankin aphorisms:.