.. I beg your pardon?" Take off your blouse now, or get out. Which is it to be?"What a dumb assed question."The ahhh the blouse." I thought as much. T...ke it off and hand it here."I never recalled having problems with my fingers before, but I sure as hell did then. For some reason it felt like I was the possessor of ten thumbs, all working a cross-purposes of each other. The buttons seemed to be five times bigger than the buttonholes, but I did finally manage to get them all undone.Then it was a. It was so dark when I first entered I didn't notice it. I heard whoever was next door sit down, enter their tokens, and finally unzipped their pants. Thinking the night might not be a totally waste and I can catch some hottie finger her juicy pussy through the hole. I slide off my chair and onto the ground to peer through the whole. What I saw next gave me the hardest boner I've ever had.A man was sitting two feet away from me. Stroking his cock. It was already an easy seven inches long and. We went into our room and closed the door. Karen bent forward after dropping her shorts and panties. I moved behind her and she moaned. "I want you, Karen." That's good. I want you to have me in every way for as long as we last. Then, we can sleep in each other's arms." That's what we did. It was merely delightful as always. As I dropped off to sleep feeling Karen's tight body enveloped by mine, I thought that, the next time I see Father Vernon, I would have to thank him. Those books gave us. The first had a set of bristles that imitates the feeling of cutting with a razor blade or knife. The one you each still have on your fingers, you need to accept as magic and leave it at that. You felt them for yourselves. I saw the scars on the back of your hands, so I knew you were the best to talk to about these items,” I explained. “I have a bag full of them for you to take back to the correction center to give out to your cutters. These leave no marks, draw no blood, and won’t kill them if.