Skylar was no stranger to dicks, she looked like Brooklyn Decker except with a bigger nose. Guys fawned over her everyday, and she indulged a and full...of them. But none of the cocks she encountered were bigger than the national average. Taylor’s, however, clearly was. She guessed nine inches beneath his sweat pants, and found herself salivating at the thought. She only wanted a peek, just to see a big dick in real life. She slipped her hand into his pants and used her other to pull open his. Her cheeks tinged pink with either embarrassment or anger at the comment, or at the snickers from the watching teens. "Go through the door on the left side of the room and you'll find his office at the end of the hall," she said her voice clipped and hostile. "Thanks," I say and head for the left side of the room, away from where the others are congregated. On the other side of the door is a hallway lined with several doors, all closed, with a set of wooden double doors at the end of the hall.. First, I was pretty, with strong cheekbones and wide-set eyes. Also, my mother and big sister were both tall, with broad shoulders, and the natural elegance of Siamese cats. Modeling was in my genes. Mind you, I was still the shortest girl in my class, but that was surely temporary. Soon enough, puberty would finish the job it had started; my legs be as long as my Mom’s, and I would come into my natural inheritance of lean and angular beauty. As soon as that happened, I would fly off to Paris,. Although nobody could look in through the darkened windows Icould look out, and I saw little things that almost made me cry.Courting couples walking hand in hand, families with their children,shopkeepers at their tills, the world going about it's business happilywithout me. All too soon we left the town and after several hours wedrove into the grounds of Meadowlands Asylum.The doors were pulled open and I was led by two of the white-coatedstaff to my cell. The walls were covered with plush pink.