But I am angry with you for sneaking items out of myroom. I understand why you didn't want to talk to me about this and Ihope you would have eventuall... brought it up."I sat with my eyes downcast, hoping that this would all end soon andwondering how long I would be grounded."Is there anything else you want to tell me?" No," I said, shaking my head."You're not gay are you?" No Mom!" Okay. I'm sorry. I had to ask."Some moments of awkward silence passed between us."Do you still want to wear. Twenty minutes later he was satisfied. He had teased his hair intosomething like a flip, like that gal from Charlie's Angels. But thatwasn't enough, there was something else wrong. He opened a few moredrawers to find make up of every sort inside. He kinda knew it wasthere, calling to him the moment he looked over and saw the vanity. Hetook a deep breath and picked up several containers of foundation andwent to work."Where did he learn to do that?" Sherry asked the room. She'd beenwatching. Her pussy and ass were been probed by metal devices as cons griped her ankles tightly.Now over at the tree the Uncle Jesse was gripping both of Louise’s bulging coiled tits as he fired off inside her. She was shaking her head and begging for release. “No please no more, let me down I can’t take any longer.”She had become more animated aware a queue of horny stiff cocked cons was beginning to form behind her suspended body.“Oh God,” Mandy gasped gripping the steaming front of the prison wagon. Each man tried to fuck Beth in a different position, a form of friendly competition among the members of the special volunteers. One turned her over and hoisted her hips high to dive his cock down into the fragrant wet depths of her cunt. Another played spoons, lodging her bum in the crook of his crotch, feeling with his penis for her opening, and lifting her upper leg to reveal to all his thrusting into her lovely warm pussy.The odds-on favourite sex position was, of course, the missionary,.