Well before her visitor was due she was ready for him, dressed in a shabby frock which had seen better days, and which was not a normal part of her co...tume.Several visitors had met and used Molly in her room at the College of Correction and Redemption but none had used any form of restraint on her, and she had more or less forgotten the handcuffs in the dressing table drawer, when a short, wiry man with sparse ginger hair knocked at her door and introduced himself as Declan. He seemed surprised. Inch after blessed inch entering me, making me feel as I never have before—wanton, ecstatic, electric. His eyes were on me as I fucked myself, and his hand started moving up and down his cock faster and faster, “Oh God,” he said, “Oh God!” I think he must have been light-headed too, or maybe just off balance with his trousers round his ankles, but he stumbled and stepped forward, only a foot or so away from my now. One hand was now pushing that dildo’s full length inside me, the plastic balls. You look so beautiful. What is going on? I needed to bring you here to talk to you, he half whispered. Are you okay? Whats going on? Come with me, he took my hand and led me up to his room. He motioned to his bed and I sat down. He sat down next to me. My head was spinning. I had slept in his bed many times before, I should be used to all the smells and the sight of his room but this time was diffrent, this is what I dreamed about late at night, what made me so aroused, so wet. I was so. For the past month, he had been having thoughts of what it would be like to have Deajah naked and beneath him. Shaking his head, he sighed and began to fill out the information that the auditor needed from him.Just as she was finishing her hair and makeup, Chrissy, her best friend and on and off again girlfriend, walked in. Lately, things between them had been sexually charged. But taking one look at her tonight and Deajah knew what was up. She had recently. heard that Chrissy's asshole of a.