”It was shortly after noon and I looked at the Sgt. He gave me a smile and said, “I guess you are mine for the next 11 hours and 12 minutes,” as...he looked at his watch.“I guess I am,” was my reply. I didn’t know whether to ask him where he wanted to go, or go over to him and get down between his legs where he was sitting or what. Then there were guys moving the Lt’s desk form his office into his bedroom and other guys moving his other stuff. And a couple of them took down one of the bunk beds. .." A few minutes later, a still troubled Karen returned to the subject ofmasturbation. "Look, Gabriella. While I really do appreciate your more thangenerous offer, I'm not really sure if it's a good idea for me to be doingsomething like that." "You mean, because God might not like it?" "Yeah... I guess I'm kind of worried that were I to do something as crass asplaying a game of grabass with myself, The Big Guy might not take to kindly toit..." "All right... I understand where you're coming. “I’ll give you the soda and candy kid, you just have to stand there while you’re eating it.” Aaron knew that what the man wanted to do was to look at his genitals. His throat was burning and he agreed. He passed Aaron the soda and the boy drank it as the mirror moved up and down in the man’s hand. Aaron could hear him jerking off in the next cell. Aaron finished the soda and the man asked him if he wanted another one and a chocolate bar. The boy was starved and still thirsty. “Yes,” said the. Biting her lower lip to supress her own moans, Tamara continued to tweak her own nipples and rub them. What she wouldn't give to have someone else doing this very thing to her, she thought as her hands slid down her smooth stomach.As Tamara's hand continued to travel southward down her body she found her fingers rubbing her red,swollen clit.Massaging herself and every so often dipping a finger inside her tightly velvety folds. Almost instinctively this caused her hips to buck, for her to let.