“See, this is why I tell everyone to do their research on the chapter, but lo and fucking behold yall never listen.” Kelly rolls her eyes so far b...ck into the back of her skull she can see her own ass. The world blurs for a second, all that pent up frustration at herself, and the world around her comes boiling up and wisps away, Kissy realises she is loved, accepted, and cared for in more ways than she could have imagined. “Does this mean you’ll finally give into my feminine wiles~?” Kelly’s. Not only is there the constant sound of conversation, often of the shouting and swearing variety, there is also the noise of hard shoes walking on hard floors and echoing off hard walls and ceilings to contend with. And then of course there were the alarms, and the lockdowns, and the banging of cell doors, and the barked orders of the prison officers. Peter’s nerves were hanging by a thread like the sword of Damocles, and he was unsure as to whether or not he had the mental reserves to endure. My logical mind is wondering how this is going to play out.You are gone from the bed. I wander out to the kitchen and you are fixing breakfast. You hand me a cup. I look at it and sniff it wondering. You notice my trepidation and say, “It's a recovery tea. An herbal mix to help with the depressed feelings. The one we had yesterday isn't without side affects.” You raise your cup and clink against mine and sip.I take a sip and sit down at the table. I can't stop thinking about our changed. I thought it to be a figments of my imagination. After sometime I again could sense some kind of restrained noise from the adjoining room and decided to check if all was okay. As I neared the room, the noise became clear. From the dim light outside the bedroom I saw to my surprise, Cynthia kneeling on her limbs and using a dildo up her pussy !! Man ! The woman was on absolute heat and would have even let a dog screw her at that point in time. I whispered out her name and she immediately sprang.