But you said you wanted to know when I hurt." What do you need, Les?" My butthole is a little sore. Could you put some of that ointment on me?" Sure. ...There's no reason for you to be embarrassed about it."I got the ointment, then kneeled down so I could reach her butt. I put a little on my right index finger and pried her apart with the fingers of my left hand. Once I got my finger between her cheeks, I let go. I gently rubbed the ointment around the hole.Les sighed. "Just a little bit inside,. Now I’m pretty much single,” she replied with a shrug as we pulled up in front of our house, and I parked the car. “Do you really want me, Jake?”You’re beating around the bush for nothing. Just tell her that she’s yours, and then she will be, plain and simple. She wants it anyway, so it’s like you’re trying to throw a match on an already burning bonfire to make sure that it’s lit.“Yes, I do, Abby. I know that you’ve been looking for the perfect guy, and I know that you’ve been with quite a few. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the officer standing outside of her cell. Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women he would sometimes meet at bars. He certainly wasnt deprived of sex, but he had been working at. Michael got out some wine glasses and poured them both a glass of one of the bottles he had purchased. Told her it was a sweet wine from California. While he did this, she prepared the garlic bread and put it in the oven on warm. Michael came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and handed her a wine glass. He nuzzled her ear until she giggled and then left her to taste the wine.He went over and took a seat at his table. He had the rose stuff and a glass of ice in.