She picked up her fork and began to mush her food around on her plate. She tried to eat the burned sausage and the over salted eggs. They kind of tast...d like cardboard to her. She went to ladies room, removed the flask from her purse and took a swig of vodka. She closed her eyes tightly before rinsing off her face and drying it on a hard paper towel. She then popped a piece of gum and went back to work. “Well, you’re certainly looking better.’ lamented Florine. “I feel better. I just needed to. She hadn’t trusted herself to talk. She’d been too afraid her voice would crack with excitement. Had it showed? Were her nipples as hard last night as they were right now? Had he known all along what she really wanted? She remembered feeling like the desperation was written on her face, like her blush had spelled out her desire in a flush of heat. She was hot all over now, too. Maybe he was going to hypnotize her again. ‘You nodded,’ Grant repeated, ‘and I took out a gold ring tied to a piece. "Mom?" she'd asked, and when Trisha had turned to face her, recoiled in shock. It was as if she'd gotten into a car with a stranger - her mother had a wild, lustful look in her eyes, one that Julia had never seen in anyone but criminals on the news, or drunken jocks at frat parties.When Trisha had smiled, Julia's skin had crawled, and another smell hit her - the smell of sex.Her mother had just been fucked.There's only so much weirdness you can cope with before a tiny bit of you shuts down, and. Granted he was a flat chested, shapeless girl, but lots of pretty little prison girls were that way until some big strong prison daddy decided to start feeding them hormones or inject them with silicon in all the appropriate places. Timmy was soft, smooth and pretty with a delicate fragile body and that was what mattered in the beginning. Everyone was speechless, even Johnny for once. Johnny kind of stared with a mixture of shock and lust. Then Sheba introduced Timmy with the announcement of.