Now, bear in mind, I told Myself, this is not a controlled experiment. But notice, when the subject, Carl, entered the room, his penis was limp - or, ...t most, only half-hard.Subject, Carl, sees me, Beth.Call me "stimulus."Stimulus? Myself asks, helpfully pointing out my many figure inadequacies, reminding me that I am fully dressed and about as sexy as a Raggedy Ann doll.I sternly told Myself to shut up, to little avail, as I endeavored to retain my scientific detachment in the face of rampant. Of course, on her own she had discovered some of the pleasures playing with it could bring her when in the bath or in bed. But in these last two days many things which she had formerly ignored and taken for granted, now seemed to take on entirely new meanings.At this moment she found herself very, very interested in most everything about her body, and particularly those nether lips which are normally hidden away between her legs. Carrie dragged the bench from her vanity table over to mirror and. ..he did a loud laugh getting louder more and more...I say: " Shut up asshole...."!!! 666 didn´t stop...i kick his legs, push him to the floor...666 is denied by "his mates" because he disturbs others´time in the cell, so he is isolated, nothing can be left with a chance he could use to sufocate, so he sleeps in a bed, with nothing, direct to the bed-of-ciment as pinched bricks, a rough place to he lays on when he can´t get standing up anymore, and fall..i cuffed, chained and my assistant (. Then I ran my tongue up his shaft. I licked both sides of it. Then I wrapped my lips around that perfect head. He gasped with pleasure. I ran my tongue in circles around his shaft.I pulled back and took a deep breath. Then I leaned over and slowly deep-throated him. I took as much as that big cock into my mouth as possible. My lips felt stretched around his big fat pole. I pulled back. His dick glistened with my saliva.I glanced over at Wendy. She no longer looked nervous. She was enthralled..