Sally backs herself up to me and aims me at her pussy. She lowers herself onto my shaft slowly. She is very wet and has no difficulty dropping down on...the entire length of my shaft in two strokes. She bottoms out and starts a slow up down rhythm on my shaft. I reach around to stroke her clit and find Mary’s head already there. I settle with fondling Sally’s breasts. Mary strokes my balls while alternating between licking Sally’s clit and my balls. Sally increases the pace. Her breathing. All those boys she had driven wild, all those boys who screamed in pleasure and held her mouth tight against their cocks while they came, that immense feeling of lustful accomplishment, conquering any boy she wanted with her mouth and tasting him completely, till they went limp and their eyes rolled back in solemn appreciation. This was what she knew how to do, how to please a man, and she wanted nothing more to show Mr. Franklin exactly how good she had become. She glanced down at his. Going to get away with suggesting I do!" There wasn't much doubt she was pissed with me."Okay, okay ... I'm sorry. I wasn't implying anything other than ... aw shit ... I don't know what I was trying to say except when I look at you, I see a beautiful woman who's way out of my league."I don't exactly know what I said that put a stop to her being angry with me. She walked over to me and draped her arms over my shoulders and gave me a hell of a kiss. No tongue, mind you, but a hell of a kiss."Do. But like any other drug addict, the more she gets, the more she wants, you could be in for a long night. After our newly created cum-guzzling prison whore has spent the night being properly trained in worshipping the male phallus, we’ll have her appear at her press conference, announcing that the test was a complete success. Why will she do it? Simple. We’ll merely threaten to cut off her supply of cum. Being a good little whore, she’ll willingly comply. We’ll have her mass produce her lipstick.