The woman, dressed in a murky grey jump-suit with the badge of the woman's employer's confidently sewn onto the chest, was clearly in her late forties... but looking no less energetic or healthy than someone ten years younger. She radiated an air of calm authority, with a soothing but determined expression. 'Paroled?' The prisoner replied. 'Of course. You've served your sentence, and been suitably rehabilitated. Naturally, recent events have meant that we've had to bring your. I was washing my chest and felt a funny sensation. I tried rubbing again. And when I noticed how nice it felt I couldn't stop. I carried on so long I." I looked down between my legs put my hands there and made an explosion sound and a gesture with my hands.Kat's eyes went wide, "You had an orgasm just from rubbing your nipples? Wow, that's amazing?" She hugged me after that. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes. "We have to check to see if the other sensitive areas are once again active.". He can feel the soft fabric of the mask against his face and he continues to swell as this dominant woman has her way with him. As they kiss, her gloved hands move their way down his chest, feeling every pectoral muscle, every abdominal muscle that press against his tight white t-shirt. They moan passionately when they briefly break between kisses. Unable to continue herself, Gracie rips open Ryder’s pants and pulls out his swelling cock. Glancing down she notices his Prince Albert ring.. Because Rose wore a gag, the concubine was unaware thatthe captive had no desire to be touched, mistaking her wild eyes and tossinghips for passion; and as a result, she would become even more enthralled; increasingher ministrations, sometimes for hours on end; one bath time blurring intothe next. Rose always tried to fight the rising pleasure but in the end, allshe could do was give in; orgasming over and over again. No one ever stopped the concubine, although they surely must have heard.