Utarne ke liye ruka nahi ja raha tha.Meri ma, mere bistar par ab puri tarah nangi thi. Unki chut pe ek baal bhi nahi tha. Ye dekh kar mujhe accha laga... Maine aapna mu unke chut se lagaya aur choosne laga. Ma ki moans badh rahi thi. Ab woh puri tarah se garam ho chuki thi.Ab meri baari thi, ye ma ne samajh liya tha. Mujhe bistar pe letne ka isahaara karte hue, meri ma uth gayi. Main bistar pe let gaya. Mere ma ne apne haath mere underwear ke andar dale aur mere lund ko dabaya. Fir mera underwear. Even the carpet felt unnaturally soft and she almost longed for the cool clean touch of polished marble against her skin! But only the marble - not the awful confining walls. The Governor was as good as his word and in thirty minutes she was marched between two escorts to a wooden construction on the opposite side of the prison enclosure to the solitary block. They secured both arms and legs and she was spread out like a St Andrew's cross.Rosanne had been given the unpleasant task of whipping. I thought that she had enough of my feeling her up but was surprised when she pulled her top open and slid my hand inside over her bare breast. That was when she placed a little kiss on the side of my neck while purring like a little kitten. For me it was instant pocket-of-wood time. I was hoping that she would not notice my bulge but that thought got obliterated when she placed her hand directly over the obvious bulge in my pants and started to squeeze and stroke me. I was starting to feel. She wasn’t happy still discussing the subject but had to admit there seemed to be only one fair outcome. However unhappy going there herself she asked Helen hoping she would bottle the reply. “How do you see it, Helen?” “That’s easy, Mrs W,” Helen said confidently. “You need to be spanked by me just like I spanked Emily.” That was a double strike for Ann. Helen didn’t bottle the reply and even worse she directly mentioned Emily. She was wondering just how she was going to avoid getting a.