’ I tell her. My head is spinning after she unloads her past on me, and I have one huge hard on as well.‘Awww that is so sweet of you to say.’ ...She smilesJust then my daughter comes in the room, ‘Dad I’m hungry, can we go home?’‘OK sweetie’ I say. I stand up, and I see Jill looks at my crotch and then back up to me and smiles‘I’m glad you enjoyed our visit’, she says while giving me a wink. If she were touching my dick I would have come right there from the way she looked at me. I take a. I’m a middle-aged man and started traveling extensively on my job around the age of thirty. I would often buy Penthouse magazine at news-stands in airports. I would immediately head to the men’s room, find an empty stall, turn to the letters section and begin stroking. I rarely used pictures for stimulation, the letters or stories worked much better for me.I often left Penthouse magazines on the hotel beds with cum stained pages and cum stains on the sheets for the cleaning maids to find.My. Alexander helped. Well, he thought he helped. Like in the bar. She snorted at the thought of it. For him, helping in the bar meant drinking with the customers. It was the same here.The women were quiet when she came into the hall in the middle of the cells. They had been cowed by the last week of mistreatment. Even the six newcomers had learned quickly that obedience was the best approach. Andrea showed them all the taser she carried, just to remind them to behave well.Each was taken from her. “Clean as rump roast, I’d say.”“Are you sure. I want you to be sure.”Working over the crack some more, Jeff ’s amazed at how up-front Sean is. He wouldn’t want to share what he had been thinking. But it sounds like a good idea now, “Sean. I laughed at you. But I thought your boner was really cool.”Surprised, and on edge, “See what I mean. I never had a conversion about my penis before.”“I’m sorry.”“No. No. I’m uncomfortable, Jeff, but I appreciate your candor.”Lathering up Sean’s chest, “OK,.