I quickly stripped down and laid on my bed thinking about John taking me. Getting so sexually excited, I started fingering myself losing all track of ...ime and space. I was getting so into thinking about john fucking me that I didn’t realize that daddy had already come home from work. I was lying on my bed moaning from my fingers going in and out of my extremely wet pussy, my door opened up and my daddy rushed into my room. He sees me naked for the first time and had gotten so excited on what he. I was content to go home to Jules and paint this young woman just from memory. She didn’t move me enough to ache for the full use of my technique. A memory portrait could suffice. But I could go either way with that. I wasn’t a fanatic about my art; it was comfort rather than an obsession for me.I stood down from the stool in the center of the bare wooden stage to the sound of applause scattered around the room that was all the more satisfying because many present were too stoned to know they. She probably had decided already, anyway.I walked the few steps to Grace's chair and knelt in front of her. Her eyes had a crazy gleam as she brought her face to mine, and she kissed me with an odd, slow-motion tongue that didn't know where to go. I licked her tongue with mine and ploughed her entire mouth, trying to find nerve endings that would kick her into action. Then I felt her hands on my cock and balls and I heard her whimpering with desire, out of control and realising she was out of. I then took Erin to the maximum security wing where all the cells used the latest in 21st century Perspex technology, all of which were based on the pod installed in my basement. Each pod housed the worst female prisoners, typically girls that refused to accept the harsh rules that kept the facility in order. All of my facilities were smoke free and visiting times were spent behind thick Perspex where no prisoner had access to receive anything from their visitor. All presents were passed to the.