Whimpering and groaning as sparks of pleasure spread through him, he closed his eyes, trying to gainsay who it was and what she was doing to him. But ...nowing that impossible truth drove him to unreachable heights. Despite praying for the frustration he had learned to expect, the lust she unleashed overtook him. So he surrendered to her will, as he always did, and erupted into her throat. Her suckling and his rapture continued even after his copious stockpile was drained.The gush surprised her. The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could communicate with her in. Her nipples were huge, and they poked at the front of her blouse. "it's....It's alright Ma'am, by the way I am Norman Pierce", he said offering shaking her hand. "And I am Veronica Campbell, she said in a very husky seductive voice; my friends call me Roni, she added only slowly letting go of his hand as they sat down. The interview proceeded for the next twenty minutes, and in rounding up Norman asked her his last question; So in summary, what would you say is the unique skill that would help. Four candelabra’s were standing proudly on the table, casting a soft light on it and the room, aided by more candles along the walls and a large fireplace across the room. The table, which was large enough to seat ten people, seemed to be set for two with ample food and wine. The warmth of the fireplace and smell of roasted meat eased her somewhat as she entered the room. Tera followed Merle into the room and walked to the side of the table, kneeling down before the man seated at the other end..