In my mind I saw the subtle curve of her calf, a scar barely visible on her knee, the smooth skin of her hip. I could smell the shampoo in her hair, a...d the taste of her lips was all too real to me. There were so many vivid pictures of her that tried to erase. Was I loosing my mind? Yeah, I was in a way, I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore. I had to do something to shake the visions, I had to reformat my brain. Goddamn you Marshal, why couldn’t you leave well enough alone? I did want a. He went to the bedroom and changed into a pair of jeans and a gray, lambs-wool sweater. When he returned he noticed that he wasn’t the only one to have changed into something more comfortable. ‘I hope you don’t mind?’ Asked Cassie. ‘I was a little uncomfortable too and that fire was really heating me up.’ She had stripped out of her ski pants and taken off her pullover again and was now wearing a pair of black, skin-tight long johns and her black cotton tank top. This left no doubt in Richard’s. The whole group were looking through the albums in silence for the first few pages and then Sue looked at me and said, "Ron these are great, I look fabulous in them and Bob's dick looks really good as I sucked it". The others agreed and the pages kept turning right through to the cum shot at the end when I had pictured Sue with Bob's cum splattered over her tit's.Everyone then started asking questions, did I do this for a living?, could I photograph them?, how much did I charge?, the questions. Being told she would be let out…it was better than the sweetest wine. “But no shenanigans,” he reminded her with a playful wink. No shenanigans. Lunch was the same as usual; that crappy, goopy shit that they call mac and cheese with some stale apple slices and a carton of Kool-Aid. It was disgusting, but she learned to stand it a while ago. Today, however, Leah was thankful for this shit-meal. If she would be getting out of here soon, she would do anything they told her to do. Except take those.