The dildo remained right where I had left it as I thrust in and out of her, frantic to make her orgasm absolute. She screamed in joy as I plunged in ...nd out, she quivered in spasms of all encompassing emotions of delight, her torso writhing with the pleasures she was finding as her breathing and heart came faster to the ultimate climax. I reached down and pushed the dildo into her arse to the fake testicles on the end, now all nine inches clung within the walls of her ass, my eight inch cock. No matter, Kyle would make sure to put those lips to good use. That ass, too."Turn around," he said, his voice deep, masculine and authoritative. Kyle was a big guy. At 6'4, he was about nine or ten inches taller than Kyle, and the muscles in his legs were about the size of Kyle's head. His arms were huge and covered in prison tattoos. The bulge in his crotch was pronounced, snaking down one leg. He wasn't even hard yet. He had a buzz cut, his hair dark and cropped close to his skull. His legs. The fog was so thick that Patrick could not even see the solid ground that he could easily feel beneath his soaked feet. Unsure what else to do, Patrick called out a greeting. His voice echoed chillingly off of the fog, coming back to him warped and distorted. He did not call out again. Patrick strained his eyes, hoping to see something besides the ever-present fog that surrounded him. There was nothing. Deciding not to simply stand still, waiting for something to happen, he chose a direction. Two years in the San JoaquinPrison! Then the words that sent an icy knife down my spine. "As additional punishment for your wanton and immoral behavior I also sentenceyou to receive 20 strokes of the whip, to be administered in the town squareas deterrent to those who would practice your depraved occupation." I was stunned! This was beyond my comprehension that in this day and timesuch cruel and unusual punishment be administered for what would seem the simplestof crimes! I tried to speak but.