"If you guys'll excuse me, I need a moment alone. I walked out of the gym and into the Hall, I turned a corner and walked upstairs. I stopped in front...of an all to familiar spot and sat down. "Locker 361!" I said looking up. "You've been repainted." I ran my fingers across the paint and could feel the slight indentation underneath. "Ryan Porter-house!" scratched into the paint underneath. "Ryan Porter still in the same spot, I see?" Another all to familiar voice called out. "Mrs. Mallory, I. I turned her on her back and started kissing her breasts and nipples. Her breasts were small and her nipples was so incredible to suck on. Soon I was kissing her stomach and legs. She was enjoying herself and kept on reading the magazine. I opened her legs and found her pussy already juicy and dripping with desire. I loved her dark lips and beautiful deep pink hole I could not resist but to plunge my tongue into her and drink her juices. Again I noticed the contrasts between us. My white hands. Indeed I would love to use you, use your body for my pleasure, perhaps you would entertain being a cyber submissive?Perhaps sending me a picture of yourself in various poses to my liking?Perhaps you could open up to some exploration of this side of yourself? Take you out of your comfort zone into something a little more kinky?Something that you might find a bit adventuresome?=====/I will not send nude or obscene pictures of myself.I would send you real photos of the real me.I would obey you.And. Many people, some likely innocent, have been held in the dungeons for weeks without trial. We haven’t meted out any punishments of course, but just being held down there for weeks is torture in itself.’ ‘Very well,’ I replied, ‘lead the way to the dungeon.’ ———————- With a small cadre of guards, I went from cell to cell. Most of the minor crimes were not difficult to come up with equitable solutions for, many the time served was sufficient punishment for the crime. Those I could not decide.