I was working on the list of existing assets. Some of it was what you’d expect for a detention facility, I guess; there was a schedule of equipment ...for each of the cells, furniture for the offices and stuff for the education and exercise centres.The alarming stuff was on a page headed “Restraint Regime”. It listed things like dog cages, leg irons, electric shock collars, leg spreaders and neck shackles. I mean, what possible sort of facility needs stuff like that?I’m beginning to think that. When I ejaculated my cum shot out on to the grass as it did before but it was better for me this time because my sister was doing it for me. Much better than when I did it to myself even though it was good when I masturbated for her.I probed into Edna's shaven cunt and teased her clit. Although I was the first to cum Edna was not far behind me."Oh! Peter! I`m cumming! It's wonderful! Don`t stop! I want to cum and cum until I'm finished."I gave her several orgasms until she was satisfied."My. Peripheral.Grace Macklin was constantly on the road — shooting, or directing, a documentary on American healthcare. Primarily, according to industry gossip, its many weaknesses as evinced through the community hospital system.While healthcare tied in — ironically in her case — with the pharmaceutical field, Grace had little direct involvement with Triple-I. She did have a seat on Macklin’s Board, but as a non-voting member. She had very little day-today involvement with her father’s. "I know you like looking at and eating my pussy. So, if I tell you to lick my ass, you will stick your tongue in my ass and lick it out real good, right Slut-puppy?" I sucked her clit into my mouth and nodded, "Good Slut-puppy," Lori crooned, still gripping my hair tightly as she pulled my head back, took her foot off the vanity spun around and put her other foot up."Do you like your wicked stepmother's ass!" she asked."Yes, Lori," I replied with her perfectly toned ass only inches from my face.