“Your honor,” said Doug, “I’d like to know where, exactly, this manuscript was found. They say he was in detention, which they just admitted t...ey have no record of.”Tollifson looked back at the prosecution table. Mr. Smith stood.“It was in his cell, Your Honor. Prisoners have no right to privacy, so no warrant was required.”Tollifson stared at Smith.“Where was this cell?” he asked.“That’s classified, Your Honor,” said Smith.“Classified,” Tollifson repeated. “As in a CIA black site?”“Of course. He had a lot of stamina and could fuck several times in a row making her scream. When he didn't have his cock in her he would finger her cunt and suck on her huge tits. He would play and finger her clit till she would cum so much that she would be ready to pass out. He would get so turned on sucking her tits as she fingered her that he would start biting her tits and Lisa liked the feeling of the pain and the climax. Kyle began sleeping in Lisa's bed and they would fuck every night. Some nights. She hit upon the careers section of the page. They were recruiting wrestlers! Jennifer could feel her heart pounding at the idea of joining up, but covered her face in embarrassment. She didn’t feel as pretty as the girls in the video and obviously didn’t have their skill or training. There was no way they would accept her.Still, what was the harm in checking it out? Jennifer decided to play with the fantasy a little bit longer and opened the page. It listed various locations across America. My wildest fantasies are colliding with reality. I’m at the Bar before Janice. Two other couples are in the Bar but at tables. I’m the only one at the Bar and Frieda has been complimenting me on my Lynx-Buckskin jacket nearly drooling over it having not seen it before. ‘I’ve seen you in a number of furs but this one is exceptional.’ With that Janice enters the Bar and Frieda lets out a whistle. ‘I see you guys have Connected.’ Janice and I both blush. She is magnificent in her Silver Fox..