After a while of talking, joking and playing, I took my leave. “ 7 o’ clock sharp’’ he implied as I got up wiping the cigarette ash from my lu...gi. Just then , he hugged me, yet this hug felt different from all the others that I received from him, I could almost feel his semi-erect member trying to rip through our lungi material and entwine with my already throbbing member, ‘’don’t be late’’, ‘’I wont’’ I replied and left, my heart racing like wildfire and the blood within my very veins boiling. All of this would be done non-surgically, using chemotherapy during hospitalization before final incarceration. True, the prisoner could smear himself and his cell with his own feces, contaminate the room with his urine, or even cause himself to bleed. But the room would be in a constantly self-cleaning and sanitizing mode and the prisoner would have to deal with the responsibility of keeping himself clean and of dealing with the physical consequences of his not doing so. Yes, there would. The blue car had collided with Matt’s car just a fraction of a second before the burning in his shoulder. The other car stopped now because nobody was driving it, although the engine was still running.Hiding below the window of his car, Matt struggled to change the magazine because his hands were shaking and his arm hurt. He’d fired nine shots and there were still four shots left, but he wanted all thirteen from a new magazine available if he needed them. He’d also have the extra round already. I losttrack of the multiple orgasms, there could have been over fifty. I justlay in the bed in a puddle of semen, fingers toying with my stretchedout cunt. Mom sent the men off and came in to congratulate me. She saidthat I was one of the best cunt sluts she had ever seen, fucking dozensof times and still aroused enough to play with my pussy. I was so proud!Then next day I was a bit sore, but still masturbated to orgasm fourtimes.On Monday at school word had gotten around that I had been gang.