"Okay then," said Connie, glancing around for a moment or two before looking back at Charles. She then bit her lip. Awkward silence followed for a sec...nd or two as she just stared at him.Charles waited. He had learned to be patient with this girl. He knew that eventually she would say what she wanted to say. Sometimes it just took time."Do you remember your suggestion to me?" Connie asked finally in a hesitant voice."Which one?" Charles asked without thinking. Then a light popped on and he bit. Oh yea! Here it comes!” He thrust into me and held my hips, digging into my flesh with his fingers, slapping his hips against my ass and pumping, pumping, pumping. I felt his cock spasming as I had felt it in my mouth only a short time earlier and felt hot cum shoot into me.“Damn, I do love a man’s cum in me!” I thought. He pumped his cock into me until it started to soften and slipped out. I lay my face on Denise’s belly to drink in her scent, my ass still up in the air with my butt cheeks. Watching the prisoners across thestreet, she had wondered what it would be like to be a real prisoner, unableto free herself, perhaps one who had escaped from her guard and was on therun, but still in restraints. Was there a way she could duplicate the samesituation, but also be able to free herself and not rely on someone else torescue her? She would need a secluded area, outdoors but guaranteedno one else would find her. She would be bound with chains, required to travelsome distance before. My father got the flu once a year like clockwork. My mother constantly had colds and eventually died of cancer.I'd been a pale, weak and skinny kid, but I'd never been sick a day in my life. Injuries ... yeah, there'd been a few of those, but always inflicted and un-natural. And I'd always healed quickly. Too quickly.On top of which I was thirty years old and looked almost exactly the same as I had at twenty two.The girls, once we began living together, no longer got sick, didn't suffer from.