Juliana was in heaven and the warmth of it all warmed her wet body up nicely.Juliana: “Ohhhhhh! Fuck that feels so good! Ohhhhhh OHHHHHHH! Oh yeah! ...Oh my god! FUCK!”This went on for a long while. Each time a guy came, he would leave and another guy took his place. It was again non-stop. Juliana was beside herself in ecstasy. Every once and a while she would remember to look at the shoulder markings of the men but that became a fruitless task because the count was skewered by the many turns that. ?

It was before she knew that Alex had a mind like a computer, storing everything she said, waiting for the perfect time to manifest her fantasy. 

Alex turned to her desk, and ruffled through a few papers, which she read through for about ten minutes. Every so often, she would stare down at Serena, who still stared up at her. Alex blew smoke over Serena, and tipped a bit of ash on her full breasts, which seemed to heave directly in response. 

Alex turned back to Serena, whose small body was. That triggered a loud, wailing cry and her stomach and cunt muscles rippled and pulsed. Then a loud, shuddering orgasm caused her body to arch off the rug as she did indeed spend again. Mrs. Bentley’s orgasm was prolonged and powerful, her stomach muscles rippling with each of the many contractions of her cunt. In no way did it dampen her lust for more. ‘Oh, what a wonderful man you are! Oh, you fucking wonderful man! Can yer do it again?’ My next words apparently won her over for life. ‘I. Two men would roll the hand truck out, andbring the new arrival over, placing that crate in a numbered painted squareon the floor, each one about five or six feet from the next, in two rows. Then,unceremoniously, they would return to the elevator, and leave us in the all-consumingquiet. The occupant of each crate was always gagged and had the holes stuffedbefore entering their crate. There was no true way to estimate what time it was, or even whether it wasday or night. Our meals, and exercises.