Her cheekbones were high–she had been a real beauty in her day–and her chin strong and smooth, with no loose skin underneath. Louise had never bee...n pregnant, and her breasts, size 34C, were full and round with an inviting cleft between them. Her stomach was smooth and flat, and her hips, thighs and butt were sleek and toned, the result of 30 minutes three times a week on the stair-stepper. Overall, she thought, I am a damn good-looking woman. She smiled at herself in the mirror. After a. Don’t get me wrog, I love masturbating, but my desires this night had gone beond that and my small orgasms were merely felt like h'ordeuvres for a meal not on the menu. In the past masturbation had proved a great sexual relief, however it barely hit the mark, so it was not long on my trip that I was squeezing my thighs and releasing. As I travelled down the M4 motorway I always stopped at Reading services and tonight was no different. If I was not going to feed my pussy, I would at least be. So not only did he physically live in hell, lucky guy, he got to feel hell every day that he wasn’t with her.’ This was more information about his past than she’d ever heard him say. Not just about his parents, but even about growing up or simple things like sharing stories about friends or high school. Without being overt about it, he’d managed to completely obscure his past throughout the years they’d known each other. Natalie said, ‘And you saw that as pain?’ ‘What else was it?’ Sarcasm. They led her down this corridor until she came to an open cell door. The cell, tiled in white, with lemon linoleum flooring contained a single iron bed. Straps hung ominously from the sides.?Here you go dear, we just need to get you ready for bed.?Another nurse caught up with them as Emma took in the stark room. She carried a clipboard and a small paper cup.?Here, this will help you sleep,? the first nurse said as she took the cup and handed it to Emma.?No, really, I don’t need it, whatever.