"Prisoners who are taken, say they will never talk. Butthey do. Oh yes they do. Because under constant pressureeveryone breaks." Here, there is consta...t pressure. You'll never be a sissy?A toilet slave? A bimbette? You will. Because here, thereis constant pressure." She waved her hand across the room."I will break you. I am breaking you. You will be anythingI want you to be. I fuck you. You have no power here. Ihave the power here."John Phillips recoiled from her venom, letting his handsdrop,. A wonderful scene was running in side the room which I was fantasizing from so many years. It was saleem, standing completely naked in front of mom & she was working slowly her hand from his nick to his pubic region. She gently fondled his sack with her finger. She slowly bent down & dropped to her knee. She motioned him to straddle his legs further apart so that she could comfortably put her mouth to his ball. She licked & gently sucked ,first one than the other. I heard her moaning as with. I recovered quickly that time though and go back to doing my best to deep throat this cock below and inside me. He replaced his tongue with a finger again, spinning wonderful circles around my anus and I noticed a loud clicking sound before feeling the cold lube hit and run down my crack and asshole catching me by surprise as I took another big breath. “You’re a great cock sucker boy. You seem to be a natural at this,” he congratulated me while catching the lube and rubbing it around my. I saw her eyes flicker down at my cleavage for a moment and a ghost of smile play on her red lips.Keith hung up the phone and immediately started badgering Mark about sports, mainly the Seattle Seahawks. Mark clearly wasn't a sports guy, unlike my ex-boyfriend, Mike, and he muddled along as best he could. Keith didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care, and started going in on a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better screw them.