I was thinking red, unless you think that's too tarty foryour housewife persona?" No, whatever you think," I said, and noticed that I'd let my voice r...iseup the registers a little, not enough to sound like a man pretending todo a Monty Python sketch, but enough to make my voice sound morefeminine."I see you're getting into it," said Sharon.I felt the cold, wet feel of a small brush on my lips as she asked me toopen them wide, then the slightly dusty feel of something else."Just adding a bit of. You know the deal. You know how important Bobby can be to the United States. I don’t understand why you’re not cooperating.Clarke: I am cooperating. I’ve been cooperating for a month, while you guys kept me in jail for breaking no law I can think of.Agent [redacted]: You’re in detention, not jail. And let me tell you a few things, Sister Nanny. We tried questioning him and he refuses to speak, other than to ask for you. We told him you were gone, had gone back to the convent at [redacted] and. Old Mary was the most curvaceous with D-cup tits and wide hips. Being with her made me want to motorboat my face in her melons and make her extra fat jiggle while I pounded her.Young Audrey was at the other end of the spectrum, standing only 5'8" with firm B-cups. She was the skinniest of the girls, which always made me want to bend her in half and try to break her with the intensity of my fucking.Bitchy Judene was the tallest, only an inch shorter than Cameron's 6'0", and she was a little. Finally Jonathan speaks to me as he arranges his needles in their sterile packs and sets out his inks, getting ready for the task. "So, Fifty how are you today?" I'm good, thank you, Sir," I reply. As I speak it sounds almost robotic. It's a curious response, almost automatic, answering with what I know he wants to hear rather than actually saying what I feel. It's not an exchange between two equals. I'm not even sure it feels like an exchange between two human beings. It sounds like that.