.pervert?" his hands were shaking so he fisted them; I gathered more courage from his weakness and said:"You need my physical love, you know very well...that I love you as much as I did before, the only thing is different with before is touching, right?"He widened his eyes and said:"It doesn’t make me a pervert."I said:"Yes, it does, daddy."He pointed to me with his index finger:" You are not saying this, baby girl, you know I love you." He swallowed; I whispered:"Swear on Elli's life that you. Seeing all the scars, the deep burns from the metal bars and the severe stretch marks turned on the guys in a way they could not explain. Instinctively one of them slapped the wobbly mockery of a breast watching it shake the heavy rings nearly 30 inches off the crazy punk's ribcage. “WHY ONLY ONE?? CHICKEN?!!” Pinkie asked rhetorically. Her system was running out of drug stimulants, but now the punk's natural desire for pain and pleasure was taking over sending wild signals to her. We both had great jobs, I worked out of our house, and life was near perfect.We had new neighbors move into the rent house next to ours that summer. Two single guys moved in, Dan and Don, both of them damn good looking. The idea of two single guys moving in next door to us didn't appeal to Joe since I would be home all day alone. He had always been a little jealous, and to be honest, I had always been a big flirt. But I assured my husband nothing would happen. That there was nothing to be. "It's OK," Brick said, dropping my skirt, not willing to get toointimate at the moment.Not that he couldn't have. He was the boss man on this cellblock. Andit was totally private right then. The guards knew better than to sniffaround when Brick was working. He might cut off their bonus pussy.I pulled up my panties, wiggling seductively, making sure to ham it upas much as possible. I caught the eye of one of my girlfriends who hadbeen sold to Brick months ago. She winked at me. I.