"I want this!" And then Trey, reading my mind, asks "You want this?" his more like astatement. "Yes." I croak, more like a whisper than a word.... "I didn't hear you", immediately, then a second later"Do... You... Want... This?" He says louder, insistently while punctuatingeach of the words with a slightly harder fuck stab of his cock up my ass. "Yes," I say loudly, and then louder "oh God, Yes I do" Treys hands are again wrapping my sweaty torso in a grasp more like awrestlers. One of the guards likes to shave their body hair by pulling them out one by one with a pair of pliers ,causing them to jerk violently and throwing their head back from the pain .Because of the long chains radius, he does it in front of everybody in the corridor while sitting on a chair ,talking dirty while probing and teasing their most sensitive places.Their mouth gaping wide with surprise and choc.He showed to everybody in the corridor each hair he pulled out with a big laugh and forced the. I didn’t talk to her much through out the journey; she was also in a very pensive mood. Priya is a sweet lady, she has 35-25-38 figure, very fair & beautiful and sharp features. She is very attractive to look at & had a dimple in her cheek whenever she smiled. It was really fascinating for me since most of the time we used to talk about things that were particular to the case. I didn’t notice her physical faculties that much. Especially, her night gown was a killer, there was no way I could. Mainstream."He offered his arm for Paula, who slipped her hand into the crook, laying it along Kevin's forearm. She smiled up at him as he nodded to the maitre d', who led them into the restuarant proper.Their table was indeed removed from the main dining floor. It was in a corner of the palm garden room, and the arrangement of walls and planters screened it from all but two other tables. The layout of furniture was also such that diners at the two visible tables would mostly be facing away.