It was another few minutes after that, that I heard some guys shout something.Walking out of my room, I come face to face with a gun and some guy shou...ing something at me. Starting to panic, I felt my hands start to heat up, looking at my hands, I was now starting to freak out, looking at my hand, I could see that they where on fire but, they did not feel like they were burning.The guy that had the gun to my face said something, but I was mesmerized but the fact that my hands wore on fire but. We walked a hundred yards or so to her room, went up the stairs and through the door. We talked about what we had been up to, I gave her my view on what Oxford life would be like for her, and just chatted. I was really trying not to make it too obvious that firstly I was staring and secondly that my cock was raging hard, but I think I got away with it. When she changed out of her t-shirt into a clean, tight white one I almost came where I sat. Her body was toned to perfection, with soft,. Paul realised he wasin a nightmare, the type you read about in tabloid newspapers. Another westernerrotting in an Asian prison whilst aging parents protest their innocence. ButPaul's parents were dead. He was glad, in a way. He had a sick feeling in hisgut, and the one small mercy was that his parents would be spared the heartache. Seven more days passed in the filthy cell. Roberts never returned. Paul hadto take out and throw away his contact lenses which by then were burning hiseyes. A kindly. Sucking my cock and pushing my head with my feetmade it possible to kind of nibble my mouth further and further downmy big stilf shaft. I discovered that when I was on my back with mylegs raised up against a wall with my hands behind my thighs. I couldpull my crotch toward my face. And with a pillow under my head it wasfairly easy to pull my cock into my wide open mouth.I realized pretty quickly that sucking your own cock was all about suckingcock. Not getting a blowjob. No not at all. It was.