It was obvious that they craved time to relax, let their hair down, and act like all was well, and nothing was pressing.Evie stayed with us all evenin.... I could see that she was tired after all she’d been through, so I patted the mattress beside me and invited her to come and share it with me. It was just a short time later that a nurse bustled in and tried to make her move. “Leave her alone,” I croaked. “She’s scared, exhausted and too tired to walk out of here right now.” It may have sounded. He continued whipping her again and again, learning to take pleasure in the sound of the hard leather striking her soft skin. With each snap to her beautiful body, Holly would cry out in happiness. Every red welt on her skin felt like a tattoo of dedication to her master, the stinging pain a delicious bonus. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing and her flat belly looked like it was covered in rope burns. Her body was glistening with sweat, she had a bit of drool on her chin, and tears were. Pinky’s smooth white skin is covered in prison tats – crude, homemade tattoos. Pinky is what is known in the joint as a “Patch Carrier”, meaning “she” sports “her” man’s name & affiliation prominently emblazoned across “her” buttocks so that there is no doubt as to whom “she” belongs to. Pinky is a particular prize in the prison subculture because “she” can literally pass as a woman – “she” looks that feminine. Which is ironic, because prior to “her’ incarceration “she” had been married for 13. Lucy put her hands under her breasts, a finger from each hand passesover each nipple, then again, as she said, "Come, suck on these girls. They really want to be loved and kissed. I did as I was told. It was easy to follow Lucy's instructions. It was not so much a commandas it was a wise woman knowing what she liked and wanted. There was a quiet confidence about Lucy that she wore like a smile. Moving closer, licking first the left, my tongue going round and round,teasing, enjoying,taking a.