Then, add a couple atomic fireballs, and roll them around like the marble in a spray-paint can. I’ve also learned, at the window in the room halfwa...y down that horror-movie hallway, that in order to get enough of what you want or need, you have to barter. Prison commissary only allows so much per section. Ten-ish snacks. 20-ish drink mixes per week. Get ten coffee, then you don’t have enough hot cocoa to make it decent. You can barter for more than coffee. Portraits of loved ones, drawn with. " Holly spoke as if I wasn't there. She was absolutely correct though. I had always been naturally submissive, only capable of shedding my seeming naivete when I became extremely turned-on."I can see that," Tonya answered as she looked at me, on my knees in front of her. "Before we start though, just one last thing."She bent over and reached behind me. I felt the elastic tension on my shoulders and supporting my boobs release when Tonya undid the clasp of my bra. She pulled it away, leaving me. Hmmm, you feel wonderful, Mark. Wow, too bad Macy’s doesn’t have a complaint department like this. Ohhh, that feels good. Now, ummm, you said something earlier about some rules?’ ‘Well, they’re not actually rules,’ he said as he began to match my delicate motions with small, very controlled, thrusts of his own. Which, of course, started to seriously complicate things because I immediately lost my ability to see. ‘Hmmm, you feel wonderful, Melody, I love touching you like this,’ he groaned as I. Then I satat my mirror and applied blush, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I brushed onnail polish next. I was waving my fingers in an attempt to speed thedrying process as I came downstairs. Aunt Jane beamed when she saw me."You are looking very pretty this morning," she said. It felt strangehaving her gush over me like this. Usually, she only acted this waytowards Mitch. Her attitude towards me typically ranged somewherebetween reserved indifference and harsh disapproval. I found myselfsmiling.