Bread and water lunch and another spell on the pony. A straight fifteen minutes, I think. Then we'll see. Monty, see to Zero Five. Drink, piss and exe...rcise."Five minutes on the wooden pony had convinced Millicent she didn't want to fight this battle; it was not worth the pain. The strangle-hold Jesmina had on her mind was, at least temporarily, broken. She did admire her friend's adamantine resistance, but not enough to follow her. Back outside her cell, standing now in something approximating. I was riding Nathan hard and when he came he did it with a loud groan, I was pretty close and sat down hard while his cock was still stiff, I was thrumming my clit to get off when there was a loud knocking at the bedroom door … we were making a fair bit of noise so Nate had to know what we were doing and I think he was doing it on purpose.Nathan called out to ask him what was the matter and he answered some gibberish about being alone and frightened and asked to come in. since I had to get up. It was like jumping into a cold pool of water.I whipped around and must have had a "what the hell" look on my face."You're not ready for this," he said. And with that, he left.I stood there stunned. I couldn't believe he could just stop like that much less me wanting him to continue.I dried off and headed out of the shower into the locker room -- but he was gone. I was so pissed and thought "The next time I see him, he was going to hear it."A month went by, then two then three. What happened to. ‘I don’t have her number,’ I replied, feebly. Within seconds, Molly was reciting her home phone number. She also gave me the address of her apartment in Chicago. It was on Lake Shore Drive and my recollection was that it was a very expensive neighborhood. I dutifully wrote everything down and later would transcribe it into my contacts list on my laptop. ‘Promise me you’ll call her,’ she demanded. ‘Yeah … yeah … I’ll call her,’ I agreed reluctantly. I didn’t say when. -0- I was sitting in my.