...Mike a older daddy in his 40s black too knew exactly why i started panicking looking at him for an answerhe parked and i was left with the other bo... who was stroking now getting naked all hard at least 8 inch Mike was not coming back i tried tro open the door but it seemed lock,. i panucked trying to get the doors open and coudnt''wtf is this i want to get out''he looked at me more and more with a weird lookthen it just happen he reach for me i ask him wtf he stood up and even if i tried he. „Cells three, four and five are in use,“ he said as we followed our guide towards a grilled gate. „Thanks...“The gate was unlocked and swung open. We passed an iron door. Number one. Then another, Number 2. Then we came to Number 3.„This do you?“ asked the guard.„We can start here,“ I said. The guard put in the key and unlocked the iron door. Jason and I went in, ushered by the guard, who then closed the door and left us. The Training Room was like many I had been in before. About twenty feet. She relaxed and let the boy’s cock in further. He groaned. Something about that groan… She looked up...to see the face of her brother. She paused, and was about to push him away, when she felt his hands again, pressing her down on his hard, thick cock. “You lot,” Mark said. “Fuck off.” The other boys getting serviced by the girls fled, whining. Carrie stretched to make eye contact with Stacey, who looked ready to run, but held firm—good girl—the other two hovering close behind her. Three. She said goodbye to her mother, it seemed like the last time she'd see her as tears filled her eyes. She would see her again soon, she would be back in her bed tonight, this whole day would be a memory. It couldn't come soon enough. She was scared.The car ride was short. It was silent. Bailey's heart pounded, it seemed every red light, every stop sign was an era of it's own. As they turned the corner and they approached the larger house at the end of the road she knew it was nearly time. Her.