But sometimes I am the girl because when I want to be I'm pretty. Men are suckers for a pretty girl in tight clothing.” She looked at me closely and...she also looked at where my shirt was unbuttoned. “Yes, I can see that. You are pretty. So you become the man trap?”“It's not like women don't cheat. But it's a lot harder to set a girl trap.”“So what's your name, detective.”“Danielle, but my friends call me Dani.”“My name is Elizabeth, but my close friends call me Liz.” She held out her hand to. She must have found the right spot, for the girl began to moan loudly. She arched her hips. She grasped the sheets, yanking on them.She looked at me with wide eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered.I did. She came. Magic flowed between us, waves of pleasure, back and forth. I locked my lips hard against hers. I felt my pussy contract. A strong orgasm hit me.It was a while before I could speak again."Oh my god! Seriously, what the fuck was that?" It's just a little trick I can do. I can share the. He smiled. He’d gotten her interested in himself, he thought. “Yeah, well they rape each other sometimes, kind of a lot actually,” he said. “And, they do other stuff to the weak ones; you know, if they don’t cooperate. One guy got castrated in the kitchen because he wouldn’t give the cook’s helper oral sex. Like I said, they do unto each other.” “But aren’t you guards supposed to prevent that kind of stuff? I mean the violence and all?” “Yes and no. Women are kinda in short supply in prison and. And me underneath suck Juan's humongous piece of Latin cock while mymind focused almost completely on Sir. i wished that Sir could be watchingme now to see how much i would humiliate myself as a mark of love andrespect for him.Our exercise went on for a very long time. Then Master Pete came into thetraining room. He nodded approvingly and spoke to his slaves. "Keep workingon the jumping bean. I am going to take Sir George's boy to start somemind-sex training with him" With that he literally.