) As we chatted, she made it clear that this was just to be a platonic relationship. I was disappointed, but wanted to be near this blue eyed beauty. ...She began talking about the town she grew up in and how she was a few years older than I. Then it struck me, I knew her! Not well, but she had been neighbors with my cousins the next town over and we had occasionally hung out together when I visited them. She finally had to get home to her husband and left. This was in the days before cell. He was shocked and said he would try. He had been dating some but said he hadn't gotten to the sex part as he kept dating as he couldn't feel that comfortable with anyone yet. He followed me home from work and we ate lightly as I told him it works better if you have. I also told him in this process of tantric massage, we would take turns as it has to be a gift to one another. As I helped him breath through the sessions, his body was glistening with the oil and circulation. As we took turns. "Take him back to his cell," Simpson said to me. I walked him across the street to the small jail we used as a holding facility. It held the prisoner awaiting that day court hearings, or Drunks overnight until they got before the magistrate's court. If we had a prisoner who couldn't get bail for some reason he moved on to a state holding facility, No one stayed in out holding cells for more than a day.When I returned to the office in the courthouse, the first think on my mind was to ask. I see your face contort as you begin to yell, “AAHHH!” I sarcastically say, “Sorry was that a YES or a NO?” You grunt again and say, "YES, FUCK, YES, JUST LET ME GO!” “I’m the one in charge right now so I will be the ONE giving the orders. Do--you--understand--me--?” As I squeeze both your cock and your balls harder and harder with every word I enunciate. You painfully yell, “OHH! OK! OK! OK…Shit…OK!" “REPEAT IT!" I scream. “Yes, yes suck my cock baby, yes go ahead and suck.