It seems bizarre now to think that I once felt that way about such a man”. “I don’t understand” Katya said, genuinely perplexed “If Pierre came into this room now, I would beg him to whip me to death, or skewer me alive”. A faraway look came across her face erotic and for a moment she seemed to look right through Zora into a great void behind her. “No, you don’t understand me” Zora confirmed, taking another sip of her tea and setting the glass down “or, at least, I didn’t understand me. I denied my true nature; I thought that I could fill the emptiness with cruelty and dominance of others. I think I tried to control the thoughts I had about Pierre’s history by trying to control him. Him! At first, I taunted him much as always. I stood near the bars, but beyond the reach of a prisoner’s arms, and whispered obscene suggestions. The whole country had read about what happened at the club, and I would use the details from the government newspapers to try to get a reaction”. “You can imagine the kind of thing” she went couples on. “I said that I wanted to know how it feels to be whipped and cut; I said that I had once kissed two boys at a party and I was curious about the women who were passed around and shared at the club. Then I would pout and say what a shame it was that he was locked up forever. After a few days, I became frustrated with his quiet smile and I began to show him some thigh and some cleavage, flaunting myself. Teasing always made them either drool and beg or else fly into a rage, but I got no reaction. If anything, he seemed to be amused by me. I found that I was thinking about seeing Pierre all the time, like a silly schoolgirl. I spent hours staring into space choosing what to say or do next time we were alone, something that would finally break him. Then there came an opportunity”. Pierre sat up when the door opened and Zora brought a female prisoner into the room - closing and locking the door behind her. She smiled triumphantly at his reaction. “Yes” she said, gloating, “You know Yelitza, don’t you? At the club, you called her the desi Captain’s Woman”. Yelitza looked down at her shoes. Her hair had been cropped and she was wearing the regulation prison tunic. Pierre stood up and came to the bars of his cage. Zora slipped off her uniform jacket and unfastened her tie, languidly unbuttoning her crisp, white shirt so that it fell open to the waist. “Do you like what you see, Pierre?” she purred, wriggling out of her skirt. She smoothed her hands over her breasts and down her flanks and shamelessly jutted her hips towards him. “You want to touch me, Pierre, don’t you?” she said, and licked her massage lips. Her statuesque body was now clad only in a red satin suspender-belt and sheer hose. Pierre closed his eyes and turned his face to the ceiling. His head came down suddenly – his eyes smiled into Zora’s but he bared his teeth in an animal snarl. Enjoying body herself, Zora turned away from him – and looked back over her shoulder to blow him a kiss before stepping up to where Yelitza stood meekly. Slowly, she unbuttoned the front of the older woman’s tunic and pulled the coarse fabric away from her ample curves. Both were smiling and blushing awkwardly, and I knew something massage personal and unspoken was passing between them. She gives the greatest head I have ever had. After the divorce and John's softball coaching started, Kelly would insist on holding team year-end pool parties. Nah. “I’m going to go into the next chamber,” I drew my hand down her pelvis, “I’m body going to take your daughters one at a time,” I sunk four fingers into her slit, “and I’m going to make you watch as I turn every one of your beloved baby girls into my fuck-slaves. I drove straight to the emergency room. Yes it was getting to be that time again, for me I hated the thought of school... The drama professor had found her loophole to fuck her students. That feeling is often especially strong in me. I had to fuck her. I hugged her tight against my chest, kissed her forehead, placed my hand erotic above hers and guided it to take care of my hard on. She could probably hold her own against most men in a knock-down, drag-out fight. George was divorced and had a daughter who worked as an accountant. My parents gone to work, it being a Monday, and I was home alone all day. I could feel his cum oozing couples out of my pussy and running down across my ass, so I told him, “I need to clean up.” But when I started to get up, he stopped me, “I’ll get you a towel.” I'm not allowed...." I dream about you fucking me. Have you ever fucked a girl, Kevin?” But then with a purr of delight she settled back down, her hips gently beginning to rock as I rubbed the wrinkled little pucker of her rectum. Are you going to be a sissy or a man? I'm going to treat you like the former until you convince me otherwise and guess what? I still noticed guys and girls stealing quick looks at the two beauties sitting across from me. We were having a great conversation but then desi Carmella noticed something. She said as she broke our kiss.