She was conducting an interview at the nearby prison for her Society and Culture project [1], and it was only supposed to take half an hour, but Mike ...had been sitting in the car for two hours already. Not wanting to cause a fuss he sat there nervously for two more hours before he saw Anna emerge from the front entrance. She looked nothing like the prim and proper girl who had entered the prison four hours ago, her hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared, tears had streaked her makeup down her. Lisa laid down and spread her legs giving me easy access. I slipped my tool back inside her, and then kissed her eager lips. As I started my humping, I began fucking her mouth with my tongue. I kept a steady rhythm for several minutes, but had to stop my mouth fuck when our breathing made it impossible to continue. As my thrusts sped up a bit, Lisa started huffing out, "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me. I need it so badly." Her words excited me, bringing me to close to the edge. I gave her face a few. So each day passed where I witnessed underwater sports of full intercourse, fellatio, and masturbation, each day my self education taking me one day closer to the ultimate goal, of actually allowing a man to touch me. There were wooden boxes people used to dive from. These were anchored 20m from the beach shoreline and we used to swim out there and cavort and sunbathe totally naked and a tad brazen. We were always surrounded by men, who used to hang onto the edge, with a beer can in one hand,. " She giggled again... "and change your life forever."I knew what I should do. I should have called for an orderly or an intern or a nurse and administered additional meds to sedate a patient in the depths of a dangerous delusion. But instead, I began unbuckling my belt as she slid down onto her back on the cot. I looked up at the cameras. The red recording lights were now off and both cameras were swivelled over toward the door. I climbed up onto the cot and positioned myself between.