After picking out all the things I wanted I moved on to the book section and selected a couple. I usually try to buy things other than just the linger...e to try and make it look less like that is all I am after. As I stood looking at the books I felt something touch my leg near the bottom of my trousers. I looked down and saw this woman who I had seen in the other charity shops. I couldn't help notice her as she had on a nice short summer dress and tan pantyhose. I had noticed what nice legs. She may even have lost control of her bladder. I believe that I now had her attention. As she frantically looked about.I repeated, “Prisoner 398.”She frantically looked around. “Yes?”I smiled, “Good, Prisoner 398, I was afraid you had lost your hearing.”She sputtered that her name was ‘Rebecca Wolfenstein.’I started again, “Prisoner 398, you lost the use of that unit designation when you murdered your family head. In fact, I don’t believe you ever thought of yourself as a true ‘Wolfenstein,’ so. "Pat tells me you enjoyed jerking-off for her," the older woman asked. "What did you like best - that or the spanking?" And so the questions began again - how did it feel to be publicly thrashed? Had I ever been spanked before? How was the pleasure - physical or mental? Was there anything I would not allow? This one I could not answer, and so a few suggestions were made - having something in my arse, kicked in the balls, pinched in the nipples, peed on, and so on. I had to admit that none of. She revved the engine and put her hard rock/scream-o mix CD in. She waved one last time and left, stereo blaring. She felt nervous as she approached the grey building. Moriah turned the car off, collected her belongings and made her way to the door. She felt sick as she looked for the room she rented out. Moriah had always been shy, and had never been much of a public speaker, even while in grade school and throughout her college career thus far. She found the room, and swallowed hard before.