Not long enough.Her eyes kept glancing to the polished wooden contraption in the centre of the high, bare cell. Glancing, looking away, steeling herse...f, glancing back. The leather ties that would bind her ankles. Looking away. Looking away. The smooth, dark wood over which they’d have her bend, the ties for her wrists on the opposite side. Looking away. Looking away.She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A. I was twelve years old. I’d seen her at my mother’s funeral fifteen years ago. She gave me a hug. Somewhere in my files, maybe buried beneath an old manuscript, I had her phone number. I’d had a severe crush on her in grade school. After she moved, I blew her a kiss out my window each night before I went to bed. For years.Out of all the kids, I was the religious one. At least that’s the way it felt. I went to church on Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday evening. And any other time. "David, it was wonderful. He's full of surprises - but he doesn't know my body like you do. I missed that." She grinned, found my cock, and held it until it came to life in her hand."I had some pretty strange dreams last night," I confessed."Mmmm, dirty ones? About me?" Yes, about you, and very dirty." Ooooh, tell me! Tell me! The dirtiest one!" How about you in a tiny Catholic school-girl outfit, on your knees, sucking Michael until his cum flowed out of your mouth." Mmmm, I like it, but it. Laura was wet, very wet and she could also feel precum on his dick as he alternated from rubbing his head between her bum cheeks and along the crack of her pussy.She was immensely turned on by the fact that Daddy was wanking himself and passionately kissing her neck.Surely he would enter her soon, but that moment never came. Laura let out a loud moan as she shuddered and came with his fingers deep in her.John felt her body convulse, he knew he was close to spunking. His thoughts wandered to how.