A jet of spermsoars over my face, landing in my hair, trailing down my forehead, across my left eye, down to mylips. Another jet follows much the same... path as I try to comprehend this turn of events. What the hellis this stuff all over my face? Is this normal? Does he like this? That last question got answered mostclearly the quickest, as I heard him sigh “Oh baby, damn! You’re so hot,” as the last bits dribbled outof his cock onto my mouth, and down my chin. I’ve still got his first blast in. .I heard someone saying: "Hey! Hey, you!"I looked up and there was this super fancy white limo, with darkened windows pulling up along the street where I'd been walking, and the driver had rolled down the passenger side front window and was leaning over in order to make eye contact with me. He was smiling."Ya wanna make a hundred bucks?" He asked, still smiling behind his dark sunglasses."A hundred bucks? How?" I replied. I was totally financially broke at that point, and the idea of even. The young warder looked at him before moving behind him. She stood to one side and shook the last drops of brine from the birch. There was complete silence in the room. Sarah, who had entered quietly as they were fastening the young man to the beam, was also surprised to the see the young blonde warder taking the birch from the barrel. Sarah caught the eye of Lady Rawlings and gave her a quick smile of greeting before moving to the side of the room. They both looked at the prison governor."John. I could see several guys eyeing her up as we walked into the theatre, she knew it too. Don’t let anyone fool you, beautiful girls know you’re watching, whether they let on or not.We sat in the last row, in the middle of the room, we were lone in the row. She held my hand throughout the entire show, almost as she was afraid I was going to run off somewhere. After the show we went to the local diner for a hamburger and fries, arriving just before ten. The place was packed, I saw a lot of familiar.