K. Betty take your time there’s no rush.” After about ten or fifteen minutes I heard the toilet flush and her shout down the stairs. “I’m read... sweetheart.” I got up and grabbed the carrier bag with the lubricating gel in and climbed the stairs to her bedroom where I found her sitting on her bed. It was a typical old ladies bedroom, a lot of floral prints on the wallpaper, bedspread and curtains, she had fitted wardrobes with mirrored doors and a musky smell only found in old peoples houses.. This ahard labor prison for slutslike you. You will bepunished severly if this gang does not meet quota today. You other prisonerswill know who to blame if you are all reported. ?Needles to say the gang did not meet quota and as they stood beforethe warden that evening in front of the stockade theywere told that they wouldnot be punished for notmeeting quota if they couldidentify the guilty lazy prisoner.Several shouted? Q78987, Q78987 ! ! ! ? Withthat the warden said to allow all other. ..come on in, there's room enough for the both of us...' I stepped to the nearest shower head and lathered up, I glanced over at the hulk of a guy as he rinsed off. His penis was huge with a purplish red head and thick black shaft with two testicles the size of golf balls. I must to have held my gaze too long for as I came to myself I found the other guys standing in the door way laughing at me. Indignant, I turned to the wall and finished lathering up, I heard snickering behind me, twirled. ”“That’s true.”“Would you? Take me to bed? Now?”I answered by standing up, carrying her to the bed, and making love with her until we both were thoroughly satisfied and then fell asleep.August 1, 1997, Saint Petersburg, RussiaOn Friday morning, after a wonderful shower with Natalie, I went for my morning run. As I ran through the streets of the city, I realized just how intoxicating Natalie was. In some ways, it felt very much like my relationship with Liz, though obviously not quite so fully.