She stood uncertainly in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at the tiny image of herself on the 10 inch screen. It was fascinating, but there was so...ething horrible about it too. She was being televised and the image was being instantaneously projected. She had seen this type machine in a department store once, but had never dreamed that one day one would be photographing her in her nightie in her own house. As she watched the image suddenly changed and there on the screen was the big double. After a while I pushed her back onto the same table that Ann had been spread eagled upon and slide my knob into the warm recess of her cunt. Enjoying the moment I let me mind wander back to Ann who had a much tighter cunt which made me very eager to grind my pubis into hers and before I knew it I had shot my load into her. Little did she know that it was Ann I was thinking of as we rutted on that desk! I felt immense pride in knowing that I had 'marked my territory' with two women in one. I hopped towards the front door, but didn't make it further than ten feet before falling down myself. At that point, Al and Anne had reentered the bedroom and picked me up from the floor. Pat had gotten up, more angry than ever. She slapped me twice. "You prick!" she yelled, "I can't believe you tried to escape." "You know what they do to unruly prisoners during transport, don't you Pat?" Anne inquired mischievously. All three girls then broke out in wide grins. I knew what standard prison. My never named econobox could stand an upgrade, maybe a ten-year-old Lexus or Infiniti. I would get more comfort and have this car to donate to some organization. Pulling up to my apartment complex, I anticipated more of the same. This would be a more difficult transition, but I could start with a house cleaning. Better yet, a house cleansing. I was an anthropologist. Ritual is central to my course of study.Gift economy concepts were trendy. I would have to address the potential issues in my.