She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked upat the ceiling-mounted cameras.� She clenched her teeth as sheimagined Eve smugly w...tching the video of her surrendering herfinal, wispy garment to the control of the state.She tried to ignore the laughter and wolf whistles as she steppedout of her lacy underpants and tossed them into the crate in frontof her.� Eve had been right.� Natural blondes were popular inprison.She tried not to think about the prying eye of the camera as. “Please, don’t let me stop you,” I say with a smile. With that, his hand returns to his cock, and he starts stroking again.I reach over with a hand and start to rub my fingers over his balls. As I said, he’s older, graying, chubby, and married - exactly what I like; he checks all the boxes. As my fingers start to rub over his hairy balls, he leans his head back on the headrest again and closes his eyes.After a few minutes, I work my hand up and around his cock, and he relinquishes his grip to. I love you, Daisy."I think my heart skipped a beat every time he said it. He pulled me into his arms for a kiss."I love you, too, honey."We settled on a spa day for Christy. John called an establishment in Camden, where she lived, and they agreed to print up a gift certificate for a manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, and haircut, which he would pick up that Saturday afternoon before the party.Perfect, right? The problem, though, was that I assumed I'd be accompanying John to the party and. She remembered that day. That day when they had smiled those fake smiles into the camera. Just after that photo was taken he had left her alone for hours. By then sex had become almost nonexistent and she was used to him leaving her for hours and sometimes days. Her thoughts were interrupted by Leah’s knock on the door. “I brought the wine.” Leah said waving the bottle around. “Good I need it.” They positioned themselves on the floor and began chatting. First about every day things and then.