I'm as straight as they come, and I'll knock you right on your ass if you suggest otherwise.After two years, there are eight items in my collection. E...ach exhibit consists of a photo album rubber-banded together with a spiral notebook. The albums hold the pictures -- the shots of the women bent over, their bare asses revealed in all their glory. The notebooks contain the case notes: the physical descriptions of the exterior ass architecture and the intimate details of interior of same and, of. It could end our studies too. We were hugging so tight as her boobs were pressing my chest very hard.I made her sit on my lap and drank her saliva through her lustful pink lips. Our lips didn’t want to be apart and were so hungry to do anything right away. It became routine from that day. Either morning or evening we stay back and shared our lust with each other.We had been talking more serious and wild chats about making love in different ways of fantasy. I would tell her about the romantic. Please stop," begged James. "I wasn't doing anything." That's what they all say," the guard snapped but she stopped the beating, leaving him sprawled on the floor of his cell, staring up at her. In her white, short sleeved, shirt, dark tie and straight khaki skirt, it was obvious that she was one of the camp staff. The red epaulettes on her shoulders made James think that she wasn't one of the regular guards but he didn't have the chance to discover who she was. "If you're going to survive in. I started to follow, until he held up his hand. "Go to your own room, stupid. I have to bathe and think a bit. Be back over here in two hours."His abrupt remarks brought me out of my daze. "Where's my key, Kara?" How many times do I have to tell you, you're Kara, you dumb bitch. Look in your purse. I saw it on the floor of the car." Then he slammed the door in my face.I walked back to the car and retrieved the purse. I opened it and found the key, then went to 'my' room. Once I was inside, I.