Thats wasnt a drug charge. That was just a joint I argued and mindlessly pulled my shorts out of my ass. Thats ten years in Canon City. Turn around an... put your hands on your head I started to argue, but he spoke loud and sharp, ordering me to do as he told me. I turned around and put my hands on the back of my head. He took one, spun it down, and I felt the cold steel of his handcuffs grip my wrist. A second later I was shackled. Then he grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, hard, giving my. But its something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldnt understand it. Not even my friends? she asked. I doubt they would understand. Theyve probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing. Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. I might have a surprise or two on that matter, she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat. Over the next two days. “No problem Ms. V., you are the boss” I replied. “How about away from class you call me Becky?” she asked. “Sure thing Becky, where would you like to start?” I replied. We decided on the stairs. Man was that a good choice. She already had the wood in her garage. The house had been her aunt’s and she had inherited it just a few months ago. Her aunt didn’t have the means to maintain the house on her pension and had let it fall into disrepair. I cut the 2x6s we needed and showed her how to remove. At the mention of the word pub she visibly brightened and said: Yes, that's a good idea, I just need to have a pee first. She got out of bed rather unsteadily and went to the toilet. While she was relieving herself I was thinking. The thing was, I didn't really want this turning into another all-day session, today I wanted her all to myself. I hatched a cunning plan.....When she returned from the loo I told her to put on a pair of her black shiny leggings. I just adore leggings, the thin.