"She smiled at me quizzically as she worked on my cock. "Steven... what are you up to? This is how you start a conversation?" You'll see. Come on."Whe... I was fully erect I asked Martha, "Are you wet?"She said, "Of course I am, what do you think?" Okay," I said, and I rinsed the soap away quickly and I turned off the shower spigots and then I led her by the hand out of the stall, across the living room, toward the bedroom."Steven, we're still wet from the shower." I don't care," I said, and I. . He now realized that he representedtheir anger, and that she was to feel it. He strode to the office where hemet Anthony, his assistant for today. They grabbed a quick bite forbreakfast, then headed to the town platform to prepare for the daysfloggings and canings. They checked the shackles on the whipping post forsecureness, and the straps on the punishment box for the same. A crowd wasgathering. It was Thursday, punishment day for prisoners. All werewelcome to watch as prisoners were. Who did they think they were asking? Of course I like being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevator, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.We didn’t make it all the way in to my unit when our speedos were being removed. I personally prefer to keep. Mom loves compliments and she loves young girls like you, and your sisters too.”“You mean, like Sherry and I like each other?”“Yes, Mom loves pussy too. Does your Mom like pussy?”“I’m not sure, but we’ll find out in the morning, won’t we?”“We sure will. I just hope she likes my cock enough that she’ll want to come over again, sometime when I’m here, so we can fuck some more.”“Could all four of us come over? I’ll tell Sherry to be sure and let us know when y’all will be in town.”“Heck Yeah! Do.