I used my credit card to buy feminine hygiene products. They had a trace on the card. Ironically, it was being captured that led to Bobby’s talents ...ecoming Bobby’s power. That cell in Cheyenne Mountain was like the swamp on the planet Dagobah, in the movie The Empire Strikes Back, except there was no Yoda there to train him. What he had was time, lots of time, with nothing to do except think ... and experiment. And practice using his seventh sense.He experimented on his jailers, and learned. ” Bradley reached for his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. “Thank you and good Night,” Bradley told him as he handed him the cash and closed the door. He turned back to me, “Now… where were we my sexy beast?” he ask me. “You were about to drop your boxers and crawl in bed with me so we can ravish each other,” I said snickering. He laughed out loud. Hardy and deep and I loved it. “Well then … Let the games begin,” he announced and lowered his boxers. Before I had a chance to see his. . your body looked so good opened up from behind . . . you told me how good i looked . . . i pulled you back to me . . i felt you press to my entrance from between my legs . . like the animals do . . . so shocking . . but so natural . . . finding your sex again . . . i could feel you growing so firm within me . . . then i felt proud . . not embarrassed . . to let you see all of me . . our rhythm was perfect . . you cried out more than once . . yes . . i never felt you so deep inside me . . the. My skin felt alive, smooth and shaved and tingling, ready for this experience. The matte gloss of my long, black 1950’s style hair style (an expensive, convincing wig) picked up the pink and purple lights of the club, and I felt everything below my waist relax as it prepared for the sexual treat. Eyes were on me, desiring me. Girls and men alike looked my way, the women celebrating my liberation with me, the men wanting to celebrate some other part of me entirely. My cock began to stand proud,.