Her husband was on the computer telling her what to do. She looked incredible while fucking the big toy. Scott was hot and aroused and pulled down h...is pants. His cock was hard as a bat while he watched her masturbate.She came and got up and kissed her husband on the computer and turned off her computer. Scott was caught with his hand on his cock when she saw him at the door.“Scott! Were you watching me fuck myself for my husband?”“I heard you moaning, and I wanted to make sure you were. Not smiling, not frowning, just watching. There was fruit on the tray, four sections of whitish-orange jackfruit. I picked them up carefully, one at a time, sitting with my knees against my breasts, my chin in the valley between them. Television. I was going on television again, that was why they gave me fruit. I ate it slowly, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall.My first time had been very hard. I hadn't wanted to read the words and I'd refused. So they'd beaten me from the waist. She stepped directly in front of me, blocking my exit. As she looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She gave me a long look, then brushed her hand between my legs, copping one last feel. As she held her loose grip on me, she handed me a folded piece of paper. It simply stated, 'In case of emergency, call Sister Rose Mary ', and a number. "Try to stay out of trouble." she said smiling, fluttering her eyelashes. "But, don't try too hard." We shared a brief. At first, I felt the familiar pangs of guilt and worry, but then I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was twisting her head slightly from side to side as she bobbed back and forth, taking more of my length into her mouth with each movement. She seemed so into it, like she was hungry for it, and, at the same time, seemed genuinely excited that I was now so hard because of her. She looked up at me, her big brown eyes gleaming brightly, raised her eyebrows at me suggestively and then.