I connected a chain from the ceiling, loosely, to the back of her collar so that she could not fall down and hurt herself. Then I stepped back and e...joyed the whole scene. For the first time I allowed myself full play with my hands over her body. By the time I had pinched and pulled nipples, spread pussy lips and played around inside, and my finger had plumbed the depths of her asshole, my nuts were about to explode. It was time for my first reward. I unhooked the collar chain, bent her. It was so lively and dangerous. Not that Boston is a tame place either. To pay the bills, I work as a corrections officer for Suffolk County’s Sheriff. It’s okay, I guess. Hey, any job is better than none. I get depressed when I see the number of males, especially Black males, behind bars. I wish more young men of all races went to college instead of jail. Men are getting locked up for silly reasons. And quite often, some manipulative woman is the reason why many men’s lives get ruined. And the. Nate's next in-stroke hurt Cathy less, but putting her colon back where it belonged and then stretching it wasn't pleasant. Thank God the butter was starting to work! Ed grabbed her head and told her, "Keep sucking! After all, you SAID you wanted it..." Cathy did as she was told; it gave her some comfort, anyway, as long as Ed wasn't driving her -- and he seemed content not to as long as she put forth an effort.Very quickly, things got better -- after all, nowhere they were working was virgin. ." Hit it!" Jake said and suddenly stopped playing. Cynthia, figuring out what he was talking about, did the same. Mary, once the back rhythm stopped, instinctively launched into a blistering, up-tempo violin solo that would have brought Eddie Van Halen or Jimmy Page to tears had they heard it."Yeah, Mom!" Jake yelled. "That's smokin' hot!" Play it, baby!" Jake's dad yelled from out in the audience. "Show us what you got!"Other such comments came drifting up from other members of the crowd.Mary.