Does that touch cause you to writhe in my arms? Is your body squirming against mine, our hungry flesh reaching out in desperation to begin the dance w... both know awaits? And what of that hungry flesh? As I slide my hands across your body, how warm are you? How soft? Do your resist my touch, even a little? Am I forced to hold you fast against the threat of your escape? With that firm hand do you succumb or resist even more? Does the fear in your blood rise at the thought of what I may do to you. Do come again whenever you can.’ We went back to the car and Tim turned in a different direction on the way out. Again Sally raised her eyebrows knowingly, and after a few miles we turned off the road into a broad drive lined with trees, a herd of cows munching lazily in a field to one side. Tim stopped the car and we walked across a cobbled yard to a doorway. I followed Sally in, and she watched my face as I looked around. ‘Wow,’ I grinned. ‘I had no idea there even were so many kinds of ice. This was my second day in the reformatory. It was 9am I had the morning shower.And breakfast. Was dressed in the mandatary day uniform. This being white shirt tie tight regulation black knickers. Over these super skin tight stretchy white cotton shorts. These did not hide erection but made them more prominent, and black canvas shoes.According to what I had been told also written in the regulations that I had not fully memorized yet. A staff member could order me to any of the correction rooms.. One will be waiting for you when you can drive. Unless you give me a reason to change my mind.The eighteen and a half-year-old took his off to his new apartment with a thank-you smile. He was my appreciative k**. My joy. The one that I needed after the hell that was raising my oldest. My nearly perfect teenager who not only didn't like to party but couldn't drink because he lacked an enzyme to properly process alcohol. More than once, I wondered if he was actually my k**. If I hadn't been.