.. there are video cameras in the mess hall..." Well, however you did it, this is damn good coffee, and I appreciate it." You are welcome. Diana, and ...he other women, have shared many of their food and drink creations with me. All I do is duplicate them. Glad you like the coffee. Should you want more while you are guarding your prisoner, just hold your cup out and ask for a refill." You're gonna spoil me," Carter said with a laugh just as the prisoner let out a groan. A groan or grunt was about. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass and kneaded the muscles. So exciting. So intimate. I wanted more of his touch. Lifted myself an inch.Felt his thumbs slip between my cheeks as he massaged me. Up and down the crack. Tickling my anus as his thumbs slid past. Up and down. Tickling, Teasing. It made me want to feel him touching me there. I lifted my ass again. I tried to time it with the moment that his thumb-tip passed over my asshole. Giving him a message. His hand stopped where I wanted. Sighing, I wondered where Ryuoto could have run off to.I came up the stairs in a most surreptitious manner and, upon reaching the second floor, could hear the sound of running water; and I became sure that he was showering behind a closed door--that’s when I remembered the answering machine. I recalled the general direction from which the sound of the machine emanated; the same direction whence came Ryuoto’s insidious mutterings prior; and in that vicinity was a door, slightly ajar. I. Debbie was still breast-feeding the baby but they were supplementing her diet with some solid food now. Besides, thought Debbie, with as much milk Mark and Kiki drained from her it was going to be a long time before she ran dry. It was a real pain to continue leaking all over the place but the pleasure she and her spouses derived from the suckling, it was worth it."Mark, Kiki..."He whirled around a look of extreme anxiety on his face."Oh God, I hope I didn't screw everything up! Is she all.