‘What — will I have a baby?’ she demanded, anxiety written all over her pretty little face. ‘No, no my dear. You would only have a baby if I s...end my seed right inside the secret place where I put my finger’. She laughed out loud. ‘Don’t be silly Arthur dearest. How could that great thing go into my tiny quimmie? Why, you can scarcely get your finger in there.’ At that moment I saw with clarity the gulf set between the knowledge of the poor working girls I had consorted with at home, and a. Deekes as his personal lawyer. Alex was taken to a holding area where he waited for several hours before the prisoner transport arrived. He was lined up behind several women to be checked for any potential weapon or tool capable of providing an escape. He thought that there must be some mistake but admitted that serving time at a female prison sounded ideal to him. Within moments, he was seated and the transport was flying toward Stockdale. As transport neared the destination, Alex. He came back over. He pulled his shorts down and squatted as he had done before. His cock quivered right in front of my face. He then unfolded his legs out on either side of my head and rocked his butt forward slowly inching his cock toward my mouth."Open up!" he said.Of course, I was scared shitless; what if my boyfriend showed up now? Yet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slid closer still. I felt his cock rub against my lips and over my tongue. Yet he still continued inching his. To a Carthian, it was an invitation to a fist fight. And Garry looked liked he pissed and shit fist fights.He drew back his fist, and punched his fellow Gangrel in the face. A courtesy punch, maybe, because Jack knew Gangrels didn’t use their fists when trying to hurt, they used claws. He’d never seen a Gangrel summon their claws, or use any of their protean abilities, and he didn’t want to; Julias’s horror stories about the damage McDonald could inflict when pissed was plenty.Backing up, he.