My first fuck. ‘I’m surprised you remember anything other than Cheryl,’ she teased. ‘Careful,’ I warned her, laughing. It was true, my memor...ies of that night were almost all about Cheryl. Or Catherine, perhaps I should say, as they are the same person. Alison surprised me. She flushed scarlet and said, ‘I still owe you a hand-job.’ She smiled wryly. ‘One that I actually finish.’ I stared at her for a moment, then grinned as my prick twitched in my under-shorts. This night was turning out better. When she inserted a few pins to hold it in place, it wasamazing how big this looked atop his head. He really had no clue ofexactly what she was doing except by the time the fourth huge roller wasdown the middle of his head, his vision was completely clear. Sherepeated with the big rollers down each side and then used a series ofpins, clamping them to each other before really saturating his head withhairspray one last time.She took her hairdryer now, softly holding it over each section for. They placed her in the center of the small room and then left, closing the door behind them. Samantha noticed that there was no light between the door cracks as there should be. Then slowly, the sound of air begin to reach her ears. The temperature began to rise steadily as the smell of jasmine reached her nostrils and soft music began to play: violins accompanied by the sound of waves crashing. Soft and monotonously droning, the music lulled her to semi-consciousness, her senses dulled.. . then the rest of the Inmates... begin alternating...one black dick... after another... and when one dick slips out... of yourabused asshole... then another one... replaces it... as Everyone... takesthe place... of the One before... over... and over... and over...again... and again... and again... all morning long... until lunch...taking turns... until They all cum... inside you...and after a few more days... you're going through the same... repetitiveroutine... as soon as you quickly get.