Her pale skin was starting to flush from excitement."Sorry," she breathed between gasps without pausing in her self-stimulation, "I didn't mean to wak...e you." You want some privacy?" I mumbled, turning away, suddenly feeling like a voyeur and a bit of a pervert."No. It's, it's okay," she moaned; eyes still closed, "I've been doing this since I was much younger." Oh. So, exactly how old are you?" I asked sarcastically.She grinned wryly and half opened her eyes and said, "Why do you want to know?. Lesson learned! When they directed him to the rear wall of the cell, he obeyed promptly, not wishing to be shocked any more. There was an iron bar, about two feet long, welded to the wall at a height of some eight feet. He was made to stand beneath the bar and his wrists were secured together with plastic ties and then he felt his arms lifted above his head. Another plastic tie was used to secure his wrists at full stretch above him to the iron bar. His ankles were each placed in a. “Whoa, sweet!”Carl gave us a grin before taking the beers back to Bruno and the girls.“Bad thing about this place is that we’re stuck here until Craig wants to head out,” Pete commented.“I know. I’m ready to go.”“Me too ... I guess we could just walk to Bri’s.”I shrugged. “We could. Their back door is always open. And we can flag down the truck if we don’t get there before they do.”“All right, let’s do it,” Pete said, rising.We found Craig among a group of seniors. A familiar sweet smell hung. Kyle Owens is his name, and he's a married, 50 year old with 3 kids. He should know better, but apparently Shelly was too convincing that night. Kyle turns to see what the commotion is, but Shelly keeps pushing herself back into Kyle's cock. Randy reaches for another vial when Scott grabs his arm to stop him."Its not worth expulsion if you hurt anyone..." Scott says. Its the one intelligent, non sexual, non joke statement Scott has said all night, and Randy doesn't miss it. He heeds the advice,.