Magda looked over to me and smiled, then said,"That'll make a great scene Ann. What do you want to do next." I knew exactly what I wanted to do next. ... wanted her to fuck me again. So I said,"How about if I make you fuck me with a strap-on?" She grinned and said,"Great idea." She was just getting a strap-on from the holdall, when there was a knock on the door. She went and answered it with the dildo in her hand. When she came back in she was with a young man. She said,"Ann, this is Jason. He. We sat and drank the beer, and I switched the conversation to sex by talking about missing my wife. I had photos I kept on my phone of her body that she had sent me over several trips and I asked if he wanted to see her tits. He quickly agreed, I told him I missed her mouth on these trips and then asked if he had ever had a really good blowjob? He laughed and said that he had gotten a hand job once but that was it as he was too shy. I said do you think your straight or maybe bi and he said. A short man in a prison outfit was standing just outside the door with his head turned, hands in his pockets. He shuffled into the room behind them without looking at Daisy."So, he's next?"Dr. G nodded. "Mark. He's got simple tastes. They put him away for life but it was because he got carried away. We are in a much more controlled environment here. If anything happens to Daisy, there are medical people around who will respond immediately."Peter shook his head. "That doesn't make me feel a. Warm, safe, sexy, brazen, and mischievous- all the feelings I have when I am with him. Innocent but intimate, filled with passion and desire and a hope of wanting there to be more, never wanting him to move on from me. I dream of his hands on my body, touching, kneading gentle warm trails from his fingers barely teasing my skin. Goosebumps cover my skin, warm in the bath but chills from thinking of his touch. Shivering myself out of the daydream, I tend to the preparation at hand softly.