I remembered some pain but felt pleasure too. Mary continued to guide Carl's cock and reminded me to relax. Carl kept a constant pressure pushing his ...cock in my oiled hole. It started to hurt now, I said so, and Carl stopped, and pulled out a little. The pain subsided, replaced with feeling of pleasure. Pleasure, as when Carl had his two fingers in my ass messaging my prostate. Carl's cock was larger than other men I sucked. I questioned if I could take all of him into my hole. I cried out. A second person she realized. However, Melissa still hadn't managed to get her scream out when she tasted something rubbery, her jaw being forced open to accommodate whatever was now being shoved into her mouth. A little bit of relief came as her mouth was somewhat able to close around the object again, but panic set in as she realized she was gagged with some unknown object.As the lights were starting to flicker back on, Melissa felt even more surprise as her body was lifted from the ground. I ate alone in the kitchen andtook my vitamin pill. She watched television for a couple ofhours and then went to bed alone. I went to my room and read oneof my cookbooks before putting on one of my new nighties andgoing to sleep.Saturday morning I woke at my usual time, showered, painted mynails again, did my eyes and shaved my body again. All of thispreparation was quite a change for a guy who used to roll out ofbed, slip on jeans and a shirt, gulp a cup of coffee and head offto work. I made a. "Very quick denial, John. Prison showers and all that," Ezra teased and received a sharp kick from his wife the moment he said it."Oh very good," John responded aggressively. "So every prisoner is a homo now."Ezra opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by the look Zoe gave him.There was a few minutes awkward silence until Rhea taunted Andy about the girl from the florist with "I think she likes you" and referred to her as "jail bait."Simon had not had alcohol for several weeks, and John.