. To see you get it from three different angles... you are a fucking natural. I'm so glad we found you..."She rubbed my sweaty brow and traced her fin...ers around where her husband and I were still joined. She pulled a pair of white cotton panties from the pocket of her bathrobe."Here honey let me help you..." She knelt down and said, "Step in dear..." She pulled the panties up my legs and said to her husband, "Okay careful now Tom." She said to me, "Now tighten up sissy... try to keep his big. I found myself wanting to really, really, really get to know him. I wanted to explore him. I wanted to know everything that turned him on, what he liked to see a girl wear, how he liked to be touched, or licked, or kissed, or if he was slow or kinky. I had to find out. All these thoughts turned me on worse than I usually get turned on. The steam in my shower was a nice touch to my fantasies of him being in there with me. I imagined him pushing me against the wall, under the water, and lifting. " He wouldn't- now. But he had before. Most of them did. "You need to remember- they can read your fucking mind. Unless you don't think about it before you do it, you won't get the chance. And you won't get the chance anyways, 'cause unless he's set 'kill me, ' or something like it, to your top priority, you'll have a 'do not kill' rule in your logic. It's usually the default." So escape is impossible," she said flatly. "That's what you're telling me."He shrugged. They all accepted it. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were beautiful – red – lush and ripe. Veils – soft and strong – hung in various colors all around the room. The basement of the court house had always made her feel.