I stepped up and down. Up and down. Sometimes I would thrust my knees up into the air. Or I would change which foot came down first. I went through da... one and was off to day two, getting sweatier and sweatier.Every inch of my thighs burned. I gasped for breath. This was what I needed. I forced myself to keep at it. I felt that exertion. Oh, yes, it blazed through my muscles. The perfect cure for deviant thoughts. I channeled all that sexual frustration into climbing. Stepping.“Uh, you okay,. The camera man was waving the camera all over the place. I could hear moaning but was seeing a wall an then the camera would swing and I'd get a glimps of a White female being fucked by a black male an end up looking at another wall. It was frusterating to say the least. The women looked to be a bbw with blonde hair an all I could see was the skinny ass of the black male while he fucked her. Suddenly the camera showed the black male pull out an climb up to her face an shooting his cum all over. My stinging ass. How hard would she be this time? Now I hear her entering the room. Sitting down, bedsprings. Silence. I think she really enjoys the game of it. I know I do. Shaking with fear and anticipation. She's probably staring at my ass now. Ice tinkling. Her drink. "Alright Davia, come over here." I turned around and walked over to her. I immediately noticed a thick wooden paddle next to her on the bed. It frightened me. She quickly took my wrist and pulled me over her lap. I actually. "I'll do it if you let me see Caitie..." she promised as the zipper descended past her waist. She was thinking 'Christ everyone in this town is a lesbian ... including me; it seems.'"I can make arrangements" the now excited clerk assured the woman in the cell. When she reached the lower travel limit two or three inches below her crotch Heather barely hesitated before shrugging the orange polyester garment off her shoulders. The baggy prisoner's uniform did a free fall and landed in a heap.