"I can't see them," I grunted out, between two moans, as his hips hadcircled a little bit and he was now touching something inside of me thatmade me w...nt to shout.He looked me in the eyes, fiercely."You have to believe in them to see them, Virginia."Then he started pounding me.Like a pneumatic drill, his cock began to steadily do its work.Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!Like a clock. He fucked me hard, and steady. He never lost his timing,or his energy. It struck me that he was so much. "If you have anymore problems with him, turn him over to the guards, they have their ways about them. He must learn to obey completely, without question. Yes...alright...I'll talk to you later." She replaced the receiver in it's cradle and wrote something on her notepad. She dropped her pen and sat back, looking intently at me. ------------------------------------- "Looks like you've got a major hardon", she murmured, as she stood and walked around the desk standing a few feet away. "Strip off. " said Pamela, not quite understanding the question. A drink would be nice. She shook her head. Had to focus, not let his weird eyes distract her."This isn't a social call, Mr. Aguila." she said, trying to show that she meant business. "You completely blew off our weekly appointment Tuesday and haven't returned any of my phone calls. You know that our meetings are one of the conditions of your parole. One phone call from me and you're back in prison to complete your sentence. What do you have. Taking one last look in the mirror, Shelley reflected on how much she had changed over the past few days. Even she noticed that she looked happier. And it wasn't just because she was getting mind-blowing sex from Rick.It was because she was getting attention from Rick. She was being appreciated. Not used. Not taken for granted.Jared, she said to herself, When I get home, you and I are going to have a little chat. A chat we should have had months ago.Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at.