No doubt exists, sir." Washington once again at attention in the prisoners general quarters."At ease, Sergeant." He laid his hand upon him, Washington...s tremors eased. Hogan's grip tightened.Their eyes met. "What is the code, Sergeant?"Without hesitation: "xxxxxx, sir." Repeat it, Sergeant: "xxxxxx, sir." Again." The same."Go, now!" Hogan directed bleary eyed Newkirk & LeBeau to "clean" Klink's office. "I expect you back in 5 minutes. That's an order." Yes, sir." They were back in. I wish he would just get it over so this long awful day would be finished!Then he is swaying, moving me with him and it takes me at least a full minute to realize that my son was dancing to the low music. Strange to say the least - his father never danced - and I never imagined dancing naked with a fully clothed man, let alone my only child. His lips move down my jaw to again lick and suck at my tender neck. When was the last time I went dancing?He is moaning soon enough, the thrusts into my. When we arrived, she was on her bed as before. Nightgown on and no panties. This time I was told to undress an get on the bed. It felt so weird standing there naked in front of the two of them. My wife still didn't know that I had in fact jerked off in front of her already. So the two of us played it off as though it was the first time we had seen one another. She joked first about seeing me naked, to set my wife at ease. Once the tension was broken, I knelt between her open legs. I started to. She wanted to dance for him, she wanted to make sure that when she was shaking her titties and spreading her legs and putting her pussy on display, he got a full view. Carrie's blonde hair stuck to the baby oil on her back and shoulders. The stage lights were bright, so the oil made her skin glisten. She wore a neon green string bikini that stood out against her dark tan. Her stilettos matched the bikini. There was nothing subtle about the make up on her cheeks or lips, she went out of her.