The prisoners down there, they could be real or not. But this bunch clearly had only one thing on their minds.Fucking. And Francesco didn’t plan on ...ending up with his holes stuffed and turned into a bitch, like always. No, this time, he would make a run for it.“Don’t tell me you have the hots for Cesco, Ahab,” Karl said with venom in his voice. “And what if I do? What do you care?” Mouse asked casually, like they were talking about the weather.“Cesco’s mine, dipshit.”Francesco jumped to his. Run from this awful situation, from my feeling of helplessness and humiliation and - most important - from Rachel. But there was nothing I could do. I spent some time just staring at the wall and letting my thoughts run in agonized circles. No, this was leading nowhere. Thinking wasn’t going to improve anything, it was just costing me my mental health. I had to distract myself until I could leave this terrible mess behind. Okay, I might as well grab something to eat, I thought.As I went to. Asmall, red haired and voluptuous woman with largebreasts, a narrow waist with a slightly plump belly, awell rounded backside and shapely legs, she turnedheads where ever she went and I loved her dearly. There were women of her generation whose totallyuninhibited lust for life led to extreme unhappinessbecause of the strict moral codes and strait lacedhypocrisy imposed on society by the Britishestablishment. She shared many secrets with me duringour time together and we remained friends and. While you are not completely hard, I can take you into my throat with ease, as there is not resistance, ans I do that, making sure that you feel the length of my tongue along your shaft. you moan again, this time a little louder and I feel your legs move restlessly again. I suppress a smile because I know you are dreaming of what I am doing. I continue my ministrations and I feel your cock begin to grow in my mouth. I increase the speed, the suction, and add slight pressure from my hands. Your.