. different from a usual pleasure. It was no real sex, in fact there was no sex here at all. It was not ejaculation pleasure, either. On the contrary,...it seemed to have to do with the testicles and the psyche, the mind. John was having these thoughts on and on, as he continued to watch the introductionary TV programm........ ...On the third floor things got different. This was the place where males with criminal past were kept, males with very agressive qualities, males who repeatedly hit. Her arms were heavy, her legs were heavy, her body pretty big but she had great proportions in spite of it. She had huge breasts popping out of her top that pretty much dominated the image of her as she was sipping her drink, elbow on the table with her head in her hands staring at the phone sipping her drink through a straw. It was getting late, I wasn't getting any less horny and I figured this would be a strikeout as well - so fuck it I was gonna go hit on her. I was surprised at how. He led me through the people and up the stairs to the second dance floor. This area was usually quieter than the rest of the place and tonight was no exception. Through the back of this floor was another set of bathrooms, we carried on walking towards them. I couldn’t help but wonder what was so important that he needed to take me all the way up here just to tell me. Past the bathrooms we stood by the emergency fire escape which led down a set of steel steps and into the back alley. “Go on. She signed the inventory."We'll be checking the memory of your personal devices." I don't consent to that." We have a warrant." He showed it to her.********A few minutes later, a woman knocked on the door. She entered. The womanheld up her hand. "Before you ask, I'm from the bureau of prisons.Wearing a body cam." She showed it to Tesla. "Anything you say or do willbe used as evidence. Now. I can unlock your chains and allow you topotty. Or I can pull your drawers down and squat you on the toi.