“You made your choice.” His voice is rough, hard. But there’s some interest in his eyes, a little feeling hidden in his tone.“I made the wrong...choice!” She kneels near the sofa. “Please, I miss you.” She grabs his hand, brings it to her face. “I will do anything, Bru.”He caresses her softly.“Let’s see about that.”*The guards never interfere. No matter how many screams there are, unless it’s a rebellion, they don’t care. That afternoon, Brutus directs her to his cell. It’s right off the main. "He's creaming me!"Blazer plowed brutally into Janice's orgasming pussy. Each jab cut through her cuntslit. He snorted, foaming at the mouth as Janice's screams made his ears flicker.Lynne was stunned into silence as she watched. She was back on her haunches, rocking, her eyes wide, her mouth open.Holding onto the plundering animal, Janice screamed again as another orgasm whipped through her pussy. "I'm still cumming," she wailed. "Ooooo, Lynne! It's fantastic!" She bucked beneath the lashing. It all started with a brief experimentation in cross dressing. One Friday night I dressed up in slutty women’s clothing. It took a few hours to get transformed, but I did look hot. Very hot. I started by shaving the hair off most of my body. Shaved my legs. Shaved my chest. Shaved my underarms. Shaved my face (very closely so that there would be no hint of a beard). I pretty much shaved everywhere except for the hair on the top of my head and my eyebrows (although I did shape my eyebrows to. Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs. She stares at the plate for a moment.'Where's my toast?'An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen.The two gentlemen were.