‘Let’s go in the living room,’ she breathed. ‘Let me make you shoot by just teasing you…’ Jeff was massaging the bulge at his fly. ‘You... love that, don’t you?’ he asked. ‘You love to show off for me…’ ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘I love it, Jeffie. I love the way your eyes crawl all over me and the way you stare at my bare pussy and my bare titties andmy bare feet. I like to shock you, like this -‘ She fell onto her back on the hardwood floor and spread her legs wide, bare feet high in the air, and. Any delight I'd felt as I'dlooked eagerly from the train at the Newcastle landmarks gliding by, theexhilaration that had lifted me from seeing the Tyne again was crushedby this bland room and the sadness filling it."Aye, thanks. Hello, how are you?" I couldn't bring myself to call herKirsty. The psychiatrists were reluctant to use that name, fearing toadd weight to their perception of her illness. The nurse touched my armthen left us, leaving the door ajar."It's a bit shit. Won't you sit. Jennifer Wells would have referred to those people asasinine. She supported the program from the start and thought it was aninspired move putting all the lazy good for nothing criminals to work. They hadbroken the law and deserved to be punished in a manner law abiding citizenslike herself could benefit from. That?s what she thought. Then she ran that stoplight. She had been in a hurry and the light was pointless sherationalized. It was far too long and no had been coming anyway. Which. For the next two weeks, Danni and James had been trying to steal glances at each other at every opportunity. The best one Danni had seen yet was when she walked past James’ room, seeing him on his bed, pumping a fist around his dick, spurting his cum all over himself. She immediately ran back to her room and rubbed her pussy until she was sore.The best James got was about a week later, when Danni got out of the shower, naked and crossed the ten or so feet to her room, he just saw the last of.