Oliver closed his eyes and rubbed them. A remand centre didn't sound that bad but it was still incarceration and was prison by another name. His duty ...olicitor had told him to expect it but he still didn't want it to go to a prison. The Police cell had been bad enough.Oliver was taken to the back of an armoured van and put inside, handcuffed to a guard that didn't want to engage in conversation with him. Oliver felt like a pariah and felt the glare of several dozen camera flashes through the. Then I waited, their bedroom door opened & Brad walked down to the bathroom.I was no longer satisfied being a placid listener I wanted what mum was having & I wanted it bad. I had lost my virginity to a very small cocked teacher at school & had played wth a few of the boys in the years above me at school but I wanted a man size cock, i wanted what my mum had fantasised about for years, I wanted a cock deep inside me, a massive cock like my father once had.Brad was naked as I entered the. " So you eat here often?" No, not often. Only on special occasions." His eyes were locked on mine.Dropping my eyes momentarily, I said softly, "So this is a special occasion?" I looked back up at his face."Yes, very special."Dinner was magnificent. The food and service were excellent and Angelo was charming. We continued the conversation begun in the limo, except more time was spent on life in Arizona rather than New York. I finally got Angelo to open up and he told me about his studies and. .. Sweet Nell ... Groping her bum, and forcefully fingering her sweet sweetness located nearby. As he did so ... Oh, the brute ... As he did so ... Oh, poor utterly helpless Sweet Nell was becoming a soppy wet mess.It was wrong, Nell knew it was wrong. So why didn’t it feel wrong to her. It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. To feel what? Good? All tingly, being manhandled by a mustachioed villain with a large black top hat. But Sweet Nell’s body was reacting to Snidley’s unwanted touch, it was.