"Don't be afraid. Don't worry about the how's and why's,either. It's not important. What's important is making sure you'realright."She felt something....His grin seemed to speak to her. At that moment,probably, the presence of any strong individual, somebody stronger thanher, at least, would have caused relief to wash over her. Here was PatDriver, a strong willed man, somebody with power, somebody who couldmake sure that she wouldn't have to stay afraid, confused, and alone.She smiled back at. It was probably one of these arguments between my parents made me realize my love of delivering pain. I remember this incident when I was around eleven years of age. They were arguing about something, I forget what. Probably dad's overspending. I wasn't really paying attention. And I turned my head in their direction at the exact moment when mum laid a sound slap on his face. I had seen it happen many times before, but this time something felt different. I couldn't link it to anything sexual. Roger told me to feel free to borrow anything in the cell including books or snacks as long as I replaced the snacks on canteen day. We became good friends over the next few weeks, we played cards ALOT, chess, and checkers and told each other stories to pass the time.Roger had rigged up the movable curtain to ensure a little privacy while using the toilet, all this made me let my guard down around him, I kept to myself around other inmates except when participating in recreation he was the only. A thrill of pride swept through her. She was a cock-inciting sex goddess and she knew it.She summoned Bill in and he moved very reluctantly. "Hurry up, Bill, we don't have all day!"Bill looked at the monitor with its picture of the nurse. Gretchen said "Strip, young man, and be quick about it." He slowly took off his shoes and socks. He peeled off his t-shirt showing off fine upper body development. Alice hoped the rest would be as nice.Very slowly and reluctantly Bill unbuckled his belt and.