I will be able to hear your heart beating. To smell you…how much we take that sense for granted! But to smell your skin…to take a deep breath and ...mell your essence! My heart skips a beat when I just think of it! I’ve shared so much of my intimate life with you. My husband has enjoyed that too, in an egotistical sort of way. I love my husband very much. He is such a special, wonderful person. But I suspect the reason he gets such a charge out of sharing me over the Internet is because it makes. The lady I'm seeingseems to actually listen, and care, and God, how I've needed that thelast while. Maybe there's hope after all.Your bud,Don.*****Doug;My stitches came out today. Well, most of em, anyway. I'm going to havesome wicked scars there for the rest of my life, but I can live withthat, you know?One of the nurses suggested I get a tattoo or something if I wanted tocover them up, once I get out of here. And now that seems to be somethingthat will happen soon. I don't know yet where. 'Another one! How many of these people are there? And none of them wear masks. Don't they care that I'll recognise them? What does that say about my fate?"All five of the girls were there. There was the normal disarray. The tape that had silenced of all five had been changed for the heavy rubber ball gags that were used as standard for the first few days in the Centre and the girls were all either whimpering, groaning in discomfort or grunting angrily as they rolled around on the floor of the. “Go, J.J.! Woohoo!” Tracey shouts with all the fervor of a high school cheerleader. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Christine moans, as the stud hammers her into another orgasm. J.J. just grunts in response; with the sweat rolling off of him, he’s determined to teach Aaron a lesson in endurance. Finally, after almost 15 minutes of intensive pussy pounding, the stud’s nuts convulse spasmodically and his tool begins to spew. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he gasps loudly, feeling lightheaded as his ejaculatory.