. which might be slightly more fun and definitely less humiliating. But I suppose I will just be kept locked away in my cell when I am not wanted.As I...move around the kitchen, I can feel my collar beginning to prick me as a warning to keep in bounds whenever I approach one of the kitchen doors.The whole cleaning exercise takes a couple of hours and when I'm done Andrei takes me off to the gym for a weights workout. This is one part of my incarceration I really enjoy. I have become addicted to. The front desk was empty and we took the elevator to the third floor. Room 317 wasn't far from the elevator and we could see that the door to the room was open. There were a couple of people peering in.I cautiously entered with Peggy following behind me. Mary was sitting in the corner on a chair. Carlo and the apartment's security officer had two men sitting on the bed. As we entered, Carlo came over and closed the door. He spoke, "I have the police coming. The only problem is that Mrs. Hanson. This continued for a little while longer, then she jumped up and started to open up my pants. She undid my belt and worked the fly. She reached into my boxer briefs and pulled out my dick. She eyed it for a second and said damn as she stroked it up and down a couple of times. She said she wasn’t sure if she could get it all in her mouth. I replied that there was really only one way to find out. She started sucking me. It was evident that she was determined to get it in her throat, and I wasn’t. "A guy can't tell just by f-feeling a girl's breasts, you know..." The invisible gates which separate reason from irrational lust had been torn asunder, and I was falling, falling further into the mysterious mist of being much more selfish.“What do you mean,” asked Emma.“It will take a bit more excitement for me to choose,” I offered. “And you know what will show you the answer don’t you?” I asked. “What?” they asked simultaneously.“You probably are too young to see the measuring stick,” I.