" She cleared her throat and switched back into character."You'll do just fine. I knew I was right to call you for help. I knew I'd seen this bulge be...ore." Diane used one finger to prod lightly at Peter's second head. "But you're not quite hard enough just yet, at least not hard enough to fuck my brains out." Diane purred softly as she took Peter's swelling cock in both hands, feeling the smooth skin on her palms. "We can't just wait around, let's get this going."With that, Diane began to. In fact, there were two scheduled trips a day except on Sundays when there were three trips because of increased visitors to the incarcerated unfortunates inside the facility.She was able to arrange for Sampson to go with her as he was an accredited service dog and registered with the State for official use.The bus was crowded and Patricia was lucky to get a seat all the way in the back where Sampson could sit at her feet and stay out of the way of the other passengers. At least the air. I stretched out and started pounding the treadmill when what I really wanted to do was pound Tanyas ass. Maybe if I exhausted the rest of my body, my dick would get exhausted, too. Half an hour later, after reliving the session in the dungeon in my mind, sweat was pouring down my bare chest, but I was no closer to relieving the throbbing in my cock. God damn, son-of-a-bitch! I moved to the chin-up bar, and I had completed twenty when I saw movement at the door. I dropped one hand and hung. Ken winced and managed to stop the flow of images. The guy wasn't even particularly imaginative.It didn't take long to arrive at the park and set up the bikes. Ken, even though he was a pretty experienced rider, wasn't an experienced mountain biker. He was here to learn and enjoy the day - not to mention the delicious sight of Sandy and Jane in skimpy riding clothes.The ride started slowly so that people could warm up. It became immediately obvious who the experienced riders were; they were the.