I hoped he was so hot from his work on me a few minutes earlier that he would masturbate for me.God, did I lust for his dick! Like I already said, I s...re as hell wished it were me doin' the stroking, with a little sucking thrown in to boot.He must have been really turned on, because it was only a few strokes later that he started shooting ropy strings of cum into the mirror of his dresser! Oh my God, what a sight, watching that cum shoot and then dribble in little streams down that mirror! I. The guy Jake was talking to was tall—a couple of heads taller than me—and all bulky muscle. I don’t think he was fat—just ... big. Really, really big. Scary looking.They were walking my way and Jake was motioning me over to his car. I don’t think he wanted to be out here any longer than necessary—the three of us together here on the Norfolk Naval Station docks.Jake sat in front, driving, and the big black guy, calling himself Terrence, was in back with me. He took up nearly the whole backseat. "We're doing everything we can!" Grace proclaimed, clearly hurt by Daniel's editorial comment. "I'm going to find him, Mr. Becket. I promise. I'll find him or I'll die trying. You have my word."Daniel looked at Grace. He wanted to believe her. She wanted him to believe her even more."Is there anything you can tell me? Any way you can help? You hunted Balko for two years." And then I got locked up here for being crazy," Daniel said. "And now you think I can help?"Grace went silent. She had to. Her bra was prominent. This time, it washer who was on display for the gawkers in the joint. She was wearing asmall pink collar, and Mistress held the other end, a symbolic sign ofher superiority."They're looking at you, Jo-Jo," Mistress whispered. "They're thinkingthat you're a fag, a lesser being. The men want to fuck you. The womenwant to take you home so you can clean their kitchens. Isn't it great?"Jo-Jo lowered her eyes. She hadn't counted on the embarrassment thatwould come with.