"His nerves returned, overruling his stomach's desires.Over Nico's shoulder he saw himself in a tall mirror, half of his bodyreddishly lit by the live... flames in the hearth. He knew he might passthe reflected woman in the street and not recognize himself in her.His eyes kept returning to the small, pert breasts."Ready for what?" he asked, but maybe he didn't say it out loud becauseno one responded."Get out of the dress please, Lucian," Nico said, licking the lastcrumbs of her sandwich from her. He grabbed a large envelope and emptied a large amount of cash onto atable. He stood at the table in profile, counting the money. As hecounted, his large dick at first seemed to grow longer and then startedto rise.I wish I could say I was thoughtfully reconsidering my previousposition that I was not a slut because I was monogamous. But in realityI wasn't thinking about how to define a slut, I was thinking more abouthow much I wanted to be one right now.I stood up took one last drag threw my. He knows where to look and can't help it. Jasmine licks her lips and stares into his eyes. He makes eye contact then looks away. Jasmine lifts up her slinky little nighty; she wants him so badly it hurts. She lifts up her nighty and exposes more of herself to him, higher and higher slowly up to her wet soft shaven pussy but doesn't show it. She rubs it up and down in front of him through the silk material. "I love silk, it's so soft. Feel it." Jasmine grabs his hand and puts it up against her. As I sat on the toilet, pissing, I eyed her gun. I could go for it, grab it and shoot my way out. The guard shifted, sensing my gaze and turning her body so the gun was on the other side. A warning look flashed across her dark face. I flushed. Crap! Now they would be more careful. When I finished peeing, the guard watched me wipe myself. You can take a shower, 127 told me. Are you going to watch? I asked. She gave me an apologetic smile. Those are my orders. You should get used to this..