She could feel the colors of it, the indulgence of it. Her head had a tingling, buzzing sensation and a whole troupe of things she wanted, wanted to f...el, to do, and to be done to her, twirled and jumped inside her.Her face was flushed before she felt it, but otherwise she gave away nothing. Warmth and wetness spread between her legs."Maybe," she replied, smiling at Sam as the pulled into the driveway.****************************Ch. 2: Spiced One week after their anniversary, life seemed like. It's light blue with abeautiful floral pattern that I think is both professional and chic."Good morning Miss Bennett," a trio of girls chorus at my appearance,and that earns them a "good morning girls," in return as I bounce past,my left arm swinging, right arm bent at the elbow in a perfectfacsimile of Ellen's walk. "Happy Friday!" I say, earning grins allround.If cartoon animals would rest on my shoulders, they would.Happily, today is a half day for extra-curricular activities, and Ilook. She knew this now. It was at this point that she realized that she was a very loyal woman. She wasn't loyal to Randy. She wasn't loyal to Jason. She was loyal to cock. She needed, and would do anything for, cock. No one man could keep her, if another man showed her his cock.He watched her finger glide slowly down her wet slit until it reached the entrance to her treasure. Her pink lips opened up slightly and it disappeared inside her slowly. "Ohhhhh..." she breathed quietly as her finger slid. After 3 or more minutes of torture, I began to groan like a porn star."Fuck me, fuck me. Oh yes, come on big daddy. Fuck me. Ahhhhh - don'tstop. It's so big".The inmate in the next cell was trying to reach out and touch me through the bars, but he couldn't reach. I stared into his eyes for a moment, thenclosed them as the b**st's member plundered my delicate hole. The wholeprison was erupting with noise, a deafening din.The b**st grabbed both of my hips and lifted them. He was so.