." she exhaled. "Okay Stephanie, if I ask you a question do you promise to keep a secret?" Of course! You know that Danielle. Anything said or done do...wn here never leaves this basement." And promise you'll answer truthfully?" Gee, what do I have to hide Dannie? What's your question?" Well Steff, I was just wondering. Have you ever masturbated?" I must have looked at her like she was crazy, because she immediately turned red. I began to sputter, "Well, I..I..I... Um well that's an interesting. The old courthouse had that affect on people. Outside, a white brick building, three stories including a huge polished brass domed roof that could be seen for miles. Inside was old wood, history imprinted into the grain. It was no longer in use, except for it's grounds. Musicians came every weekend to put on free concerts for the people who would come and sit on the satiny green lawns to listen.Today, the front steps were going to be used for the press conference. Already, the newsies were. In retirement though, we met two students on separate occasions. It was during our porch-sitting times and it happened on separate evenings. The first was a black student by the name of Sharon Sowell. Both of us were attracted to the almost imperial way she walked. I was the one who called out “Hello.” She stopped. Her smile held a world of happiness and long conversation ensued. I couldn’t get the feeling out of my mind that she was the representation of Chantelle Saunders. We quickly became. She then started on your balls, first slapping them with her hand, and then using a little whip she had in her bag. She then had you stand up and turn around for inspection.You were shaking with excitement and panting hard and your genitals were shinier and more purple than I had ever seen them before. You later told me that you were more sexually excited than you had ever been in your life. You said that the combination of prolonged stimulation without relief administered by two powerful.