Slapping may ass as you direct me. You tell me that I am in front of the toilet and to go. I make a gesture with my hands and you tell me, “you ar...e not going to be released. I will help you, you pathetic little criminal.” You reach around me and grab my cock and aim it in the bowl. I start to pee and you tell me to hurry up. I finish as quickly as I can. “You’re taking too long”, as you yank my cock and turn me around. You lead me back to the bedroom. “Lisa, bring him over. Grizwell 'forgave' me for telling him to fuck himself if he was long enough. Or so I thought. I sat down on the uncomfortably hideous chairs in the main office and waited until the secretary told me to go into Mr. Flare's office. Dragging along my pregnant bag, I knocked softly on the door and awaited the muffled, "Come in" that granted my entrance. The door squealed as I pushed it open and shut it immediately after entering. "Have a seat." Commanded Mr. Grizwell. I sat quietly, but my mind was. It sounded like Candy, in pain. I looked outside and saw her laying on one of the pool chaises. She wasn't in pain, though. She was caressing her nude breasts and rubbing them with oil. I stooped and had to stare, seeing her large, heavy breasts as she squeezed and rolled them, pinching her nipples. I was hard as a rock as I watched her, my young, vibrant dick pulsing with my heartbeat. I couldn't stop staring. She then uncrossed her legs, revealing her skimpy bikini bottom. I u*********sly. After a little while, he pulled the briefs out of Jesses mouth, and stuffed them in his ass, instead. Jesse screamed at this new violation of his body. Roy laughed, saying, Try not to make such a mess this time, faggot. People will start to wonder about you. Roy rolled back to his own bed, and started looking at a NASCAR magazine. Jesse looked over at Brad. Brad rolled near him and asked, Did that truly hurt very much? You mean hes never done that to you? Jesse asked. No, never.. Did it really.