She had to help with inmates that were too far past what prison Psych’s could help with. It was a right of passage at her clinic. Every patient was ...icker than the last. From Rapists to killers to woman beaters, each one made her skin crawl. She always felt like she was just there for her hazing from the other doctors at her work. She detested every patient, and saw no redeemable inmates… Until she met one. ‘His name is Harrison Taylor. He was convicted of murder. He was originally slated for. I didn't mention that, according to the Map, Sally only had ten more days before she had to return, or potentially be lost here forever."Well..." came the reply. "I might be able to make a call. Would there be any chance that you might drop by our club meeting tomorrow? Everyone is dying to see your machine close up."We struck the deal, and Chris was as good as his word. Günter would fit me in day after tomorrow.Well there was a huge amount of oohing and ahhing over Sally when I drove up, and. He moved his hand to the back of his shaft, palm facing upwards to make a bigger target he let his warm spit drop from his mouth, almost all of it slapping against his cock. Fuck he loved the feeling of his thick spit on himself, the lube he liked best. Slowly he worked the spit into his shaft, a second mouthful to make sure he was fully coated. Now he began to work himself, the usual stroking motion of his left hand, foreskin still over his head so he could really pick up a good pace, a firm. "Now Jane you should be playing with your clit." I was playing with both tits and nipples. After a while Jane came with a "Oh my God. That was out of this world."We fell asleep that way.The following morning we wakened by Jane's mobile with me still still plugged in and Jane still on top. She extracated herself and answered the phone standing by the dresser. Noticing it was 10.00 am. Jane answered "Hello Jane here." By this time I have moved over standing behind her. I reached round and with.