She remembered the hand and voice and felt the tingling warmth flush through her skin. “Don’t turn around,” he’d said. The whisper had slith...red into her ear like a trickle of warm cream. There’d been no threat in his tone. No more than the force of his ardent what ifs. His grip had merely been firm enough to suggest he had the strength to hold her, but giving her room to pull free if she chose. The whisper, she knew, had been because the elevator was crowded. She hadn’t turned - hadn’t. The director looks over at me with a comforting look, removing his glasses, "That is exactly what most addicts say when they get to this point. But believe me, Krystal, you'll soon be on your way back to a normal life."I hold back my tears, "I just made a mistake... I'm not a d**g addict! The judge was wrong when he sentenced me to this rehab! I shouldn't be here..." I say, the anxiety building in my voice. The director continues to look at me with a comforting smile saying, "You're here. "okay i will be in my room if you need me" i said. after 5 min i walked up stairs, step by step i could hear the shower noise across the way to my room, i opened my room door sit on my bed and watch T.V. i looked at the bathroom door was half way opened, i knew jessie was still taking a shower, i walked to the bathroom and look at the mirror, i could see her hot body reflection. i saw her hot tits and her shaved pussy. i took out my cock and jerk while watching jessie taking her shower. im. The lad was sobbing and weeping not only from shame and humiliation but also from physical pain. A trail of blood dripped down between his thighs together with the Archdeacon's semen, but this was such a familiar sight to the churchman that it no longer gave him reason to pause. It was nothing but proof of the indignity and distress he'd caused which was one of his chief pleasures. There were, however, other regular guests of Holy Contemplation whose tastes and demands were more sophisticated.