..White tennis shoes! They brought a grin on my face. They were perfect.Now I just needed socks. This thought removed the grin off my face.I had just ...tuffed a bag full of all sorts of nylons into the closetearlier. I went to the cupboard and rummaged through the bag, it wasfull of all sorts of nylons and long socks. At the very bottom I founda bunch of white sport socks. The grin returned.At least I would be able to wear normal footwear.I pulled on the socks and put on the shoes. I tried. “You can call him ‘Derek’,” said my wife, “and you’d better call me ‘Amanda’, in the circumstances.”I passed the oil to Saffie, who sprayed the tops of the lean, beautifully muscled thighs.“I do like these circumstances,” sighed Zann, as Saffie’s delicate fingers rubbed oil down the inside of her thigh, prompting it to open noticeably. I gave up on being correct and rubbed my oil slowly up the firm abdomen and onto the buoyant tits. I switched from firm pressure to fingertip fondling, and the. "How is this feeling Miss Jerri," he asked"This is heaven," she replied, not realizing the head of his cock was rubbing against the entrance to her already moist pussy. There was neither a towel nor his shorts separating them."Are you ready for the Specialty of the House?" he asked."Sure, but I can't imagine this getting any better. You're an expert stress reliever. I'm at your mercy." That's what I like to hear. Have you ever had a Full Body Massage," Max asked sinisterly. Jerri said that. This woman was much less thorough than the Warden would have liked to see if she had been there. When she had finished, Megan bled from twelve cuts to her back, half a dozen to her stomach and six to her thighs and buttocks. The guard had rounded off her work by bringing the whip down across both breasts. Long before this had reached the half way stage Megan had ceased resisting the impulse to scream and her tortured shrieks rang around the compound. How Clarissa had endued her much more severe.