"How does it feel to be the image in the mind of that young man every time he masturbates now?"Wordlessly Suzanne spread her legs showing me her fresh...y shaved pussy. Her labia were swollen and juice ran from her gash. I wiped a finger along her slit and licked the treasured cunt cream from my digit."I think that tells you what I thought," Suzy replied. "Am I a bad girl who needs a spanking or maybe a more severe form of punishment Master? Or maybe you think that I've been a good girl who needs. The boys definitely opened my eyes to some things, that's for sure.It got to about 10.30 and I got a txt from my son saying he was staying out and wont be back to our hotel until the morning. This was the beginning of what was a very mind blowing night for me.The more drink we all drunk the more the guys began to flirt with met. I told the guys how I was desperate for some decent sex because my husband was never interested anymore. Well this opened the floodgates to question after question from. And then there was the knock. ‘Blake Denenham, come with me,’ instructed the guard. ‘What for? Where are we going?’ asked Blake. ‘You’ll be told that soon enough,’ informed the guard. Blake was walked down through a few hallways to an older part of the prison. He soon found himself in a large room with four other inmates and half a dozen guards. There were doors to more traditional, unoccupied cells in the background of the room. ‘Listen up, I’ll go over the rules here for the new folks. And. She was imperfect, but dealing with her imperfections raised her game. Accepting structured humility demanded obedience. Acute pain carried intense meaning. Its lasting effect boosted her pride. Wrong needed right to balance it. Her balance brought honor, self-respect, and love. She hoped Mark would understand.Six minutes brisk walk from its suburban train station, the traditional three-level white house set twelve feet from the street provided no clue it welcomed imperfect girls and dispatched.