She checked the next case and placed the senior dragon cane on the table for Kelli Seagrave to use, placing the rubbish from her previous session in t...e bin as she did so. The twenty-year-old woman then picked up a damp cloth and rubbed down the punishment bench. She checked her watch – 8.45am. Things never seemed to stop at FCI she thought to herself as Correction Officer Seagrave entered the room with a smile wide across her face.“Our next customer is here and ready when you want to go and. . After all it was obvious to those of us who mixed with the local economies; European cultures were far more mature than the bridgeless societies of land locked ‘Merica. And we weren’t messing around. We were going for the throat so to speak by attacking the attitudes of the top ranking regarding sex. But I’m preaching.Trained yes, the guys were capable of great things but a stoner’s mind was an unpredictable thing and where there are highs there were also lows. So it was on my shoulders, the. .. I am sorry. It is just that when you touch me, I do not wish to control myself. My entire life has been that of me controlling my wants and desires. Ever since the death of my papa, I held back from those around me, remaining both untouched and unloved. I listened and watched as everyone lived around me. I have hidden behind a mask, pretending that I did not want the same things other women wanted, but I do want them. Actually, I want you, Erik! My body aches with its need of you. When you. I liked him already. He took my coat. I was wearing a red dress underneath which flared at the hips, and high red heels. As he took my coat he brushed his big hands over my breasts and stopped to admire them. "These are lovely." I blushed."Thank you." I said. He ushered me into the living room and told me to sit."So Mr. Newark told you what I was offering?" I nodded. "And what I want?" I nodded."Sort of." I began. He offered me a glass of whiskey and I took it. "He said you like..." I was.