Roger watched him go and waited for the guard to come and escort him back to his cell. As an afterthought, he turned to the attendant at the door."Who...was that guy?" Uhhhh ... Martin Bloodstone, it says here. Funny though, he had CIA I.D. You some kind of spy or terrorist or something?" the guard asked with a smirk."No ... no ... nothing like that," he answered hesitantly. What the hell was a CIA guy doing here warning him off? It didn't make sense. He would have to think about his plan for. “Well, Henry, your underwear is well chosen too, modern, and tight, a bit sexy as well, can you give them to me, I like to see who made those, maybe we can make you some as well, go ahead, take them off.”I had taken them off and gave it to Tuva, while my cock was trying to fight its way up and my brain was concentrating in trying to keep it down. I quickly sat down, tried to stuff my cock between my legs while crossing them. This way it squeezed my balls a bit and it was slightly painful doing. “Well now we don’t get to much call for items like dat roun hea. I guess you yankee girls are a lil more…open minded than our southahn ladies.” The shaming continued as he asked another old redneck man stocking shelves where they kept the “negra dongs”. Katie followed the racist old bastard between the rows past an old man in overalls looking at babysitter porn and a fat young man in a stained t-shirt browsing bondage videos. She could feel their eyes on her and she knew what they all must. " he joked.Kathy skipped up the stairs and into the nursery where Teddy was sucking contentedly on one of his mother's nipples. She looked up at Kathy. "Hi sweetheart!" she said brightly. "I swear he's gained five pounds this week." That's because he gets to stuff himself on all that luscious milk you make for him." said Kathy, licking her lips."Well, I fed him a couple of hours ago, so he's not really all that hungry right now" said the baby's mother. "But he's a male, and so he wants a nipple.