‘Your breasts are really nice. Why do you think my willie got hard?’ ‘You think so?’ Her hands started drooping and her tits were visible agai.... ‘Uh huh!’ ‘Thanks!’ She rushed over to give me a hug, a full frontal hug. Her eyes grew big. ‘It IS quite hard. I can feel it.’ She put her hand on it. ‘I like it,’ she said, suddenly very serious. ‘It feels nice. Can I see it?’ ‘You’ve seen it so many times before.’ ‘Yeah, but it hasn’t been sticking out like that before.’ She got an idea. ‘I’ll show. I was going to blow my load, I pushed my cock deep thru the hole and felt the back of his throat, shoot my cum down his throat. He continued suck my cock milking every drop. My knees began to buckle had pulled back my cock. He sucked the gland and gave it a kiss. He whispered “That is a fine uncut cock! Thank-you” I replied “No Thank-you!” I knelt down and put my hand thru the hole and grabbed his crotch unzipping his jeans and unbuttoning them. Reached inside and pulled his cock free. His. When Officer Masters held out her hand, Martha gave her the key and said a respectful, “Thank you ma’am,” thinking she was getting the hang of being deferential to the teenage policewomen.Officer Masters smirked as she was now quite used to the old women suddenly remembering to be so respectful, knowing that she had the authority to add a cane stroke every time they forgot to say thank you, ma’am. She didn’t have any sympathy for these old women either. They might be granny figures, and. All hope of being missed, of remote rescue and of sudden deliverance faded as he left the room to rejoin the normal stream of social life that lay far outside the walls of this prison.Elisabeth came to stand beside the bed, allowing Chantel to look up the flouncy lace skirt of her corset and see for the first time her hungry cunt. It lurked in the shadows above the fine lace of stocking tops and the polished white of those smooth thighs. Dripping and slick with anticipation of pleasure to come.