Punishing her for moving by making her scream and shake without relief, without his fingertips curling deep.Her hands were locked in her hair, yanking...and tugging until she saw stars. She desperately needed to touch, to feel—to play—but she knew she’d not earned that privilege. His voice turned to a velvet purr, “Good girl…” She moaned out her pleasure at the simple words of praise, arching against his fingers—willing herself to behave. Her voice cracked and tumbled out as a low whine as she. . 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 around her bare feet. Mary Ellen was treated to the live version of the erotic display she'd watched yesterday on her computer screen. The electronic image. I saw Tom get on top of her. I let my weight put that familiar pressure on my erection- then on my prostate as I let my imagination wander.Tom manoeuvred his cock as if he were bringing a cannon to bear. Paula's legs were spread wide, and she was beginning to whimper a little in anticipation. I saw him pull back the foreskin of his cock revealing a large, purple mushroom head- as large as a plum. He rubbed it up and down against her pussy; I could hear a sticky wet sound. Paula turned her face. I asked her how she got into it? ‘Oh, a friend of mine directs for one of the adult film companies, and one day he called up and asked if I would come down and be a fluffer for the day. And I said, all right, I’ve never done it, so I’ll do it.’ Right. Then she said ‘What are your plans for tomorrow? How would you like to see what it’s like on the set of an adult xxx-rated movie?’ Well of course I said SURE THING! It sounded like fun! That night in bed my balls were boiling over the mental.