She figured a half hour each, prisoners would set up in one room while she was talking in another.I wanted Sara in a mask (as all the other were), but...she said that was a barrier and would not work. She consented to a short blond wig and glasses for the interviews, but that was as far as she would go.Sara got a lot quickly.The first interview was the Mustang driver. He did not get the necklace lecture, he was just told he was being held by criminals, then asked his name. It was like a dam. ."He was trembling and looked like he was about to cry so I said, "Stop. Okay, now start from the beginning." "All right." So he began to tell me the story. The night before he had picked up some girl, and after a few drinks they ended up having sex at his apartment. Only thing weird was that she wouldn't allow him to take her shirt off. So they had sex once, wearing everything but pants and underwear.Afterwards they went to sleep. When he woke up she was gone. He didn't think anything of it,. “I want to give you the rest of your Christmas gifts.” She said as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she looked up, deep into my eyes and started to unbuckle my belt. As she unzipped my fly, she pulled down my pants, underwear and all in one swift motion. My hard thick eight inch cock sprung free, standing straight out nearly hitting her on the cheek. “Oh my Uncle Ronnie, I love your nice big cock, hmmmmmm” she purred. “Ally, what if. Several times, in doing this M, tore me some moans but the pain had the desired effect as my mistress could verify by passing her hand between my legs to gauge the hardness of my penis. Following the session, M untied me and dragged me by the end of my penis in front of a mirror in which, turning around at his command, I could see that they were streaked and scarlet. A mingled pain of pleasure radiated my nipples, the tip of my penis, my buttocks .... I loved that M marks me and its imprint..