Sophie in miniskirt glasses and stockings plays with her hairy pussy

I’m not just getting comfortable - my change is position is to discreetly graze my slim forearm against the most intimate place on flesh. For most of the day I’m been trying to find positions that press something against my sex, particularly my clitoris, without my cellmates noticing. The admittedly pleasurable sensation this temporarily brings seems the only way to relieve the constant distracting tingle that has been with me since the injection. Two days after my processing, I no longer feel any discomfort from the treatment except the buzz between my legs that constantly demands amateur attention. My face doesn’t hurt; the only reminder of the implant is a slight lump at the base of my skull; and the injections to my genitals that were extremely painful at the time now create an effect that is quite the opposite from suffering. As forecast by the doctor, the neatly trimmed hair protecting my pudenda fell out within hours, leaving my sex as bare as a pre-pubescent girl’s. It feels more exposed now I’m bald down there - the greater nakedness of my pussy further boosting the enhanced sensitivity that I’m sure results from the injections. I was captured for the Rape Run while still a virgin, and as teen I admitted during processing - I have not previously taken much interest or pleasure from my own body, being too busy with the task of protecting the rights and freedoms of women across the galaxy. But I am not uneducated or ignorant about human sexuality or the possible responses of my body. Thus, I am now dreadfully certain of the function of the painful injections to my labia and clitoris. Something has been done to me. Something whose purpose is to constantly stimulate the sensitive nerves in my sex organs. Something whose purpose is to humiliate me by sexually arousing me, against my will. The morning after my processing I awoke on my sleeping mat from a vividly erotic dream to find myself Natural tits wet between my legs and with my nipples stiff. I tried to ignore the warm, gentle stimulation through the slow hours of my day, but the teasing just grew worse and worse. By the time night approached it was almost impossible to keep my hands from myself, but I vowed not to let the ignited fire conquer me. The audience will no-doubt know about my treatment. My condition is probably a joke across the whole galaxy – look at the famously frigid Melena de Santo pretending she doesn’t need to touch herself. Look, she’s getting so desperate that she can barely hide it from the other women in her cell. Today the final female was taken for processing – Elionara being removed from the cell and returned marked and subdued. We all know what the last step in our preparation means. We are all ready. The run might even begin tomorrow. With ten confined women left with nothing to do but wait for the artificial lights to suddenly extinguish, telling us it is evening blonde in the desert, tension reaches unbearable levels. I, for one, am desperate to flee what awaits in the coming days, but there’s nowhere to run beyond the few yards up to the blast door. Gods help us, masturbation even the warm-up is going to be horrific. The public spectacle of the Rape Run always begins in the same way. First the women are paraded to Wagner’s sadistic kick-off show. Dressed in the years Rape Runner costume they endure a humiliatingly frank interview in front of an auditorium of Slaver men, which is broadcast to the whole galaxy. For a brief time during that conversation the Runner’s implants are more fully activated, so they must answer every question posed, no matter how intimate. After the interview there is no respite. Her head bobbed faster. Luna climbed up and settled teen her pussy onto his face. What is strange to me is she like to pose for erotic pictures for me and she as accepted that I show her off on websites like this one, I'm convinced she is an exhibitionist. You're... “That’s it, I’m coming home!” I could hear anger in his voice. It was the best thing in the world. Don't stop. As she rubbed her pussy lips and massaged her clit, I could see that she was looking at the bulge beginning to grow blonde in my pants. As I admired their naked beauty, I was thinking, “What the fuck am I doing, I’m too old to carry on like this. “Wow, incredible, eight and a half inches long, and five and a half inches in circumference.” Jon made me stay in that position for 30 minutes before he amateur let me get up and have a shower. masturbation A few things are for sure, 1) She never wants to quit. "Yes, of course, Professor. Her thin face showed all her thoughts. She replied “I'm taking you up this afternoon. Seeing my cock very shriveled up and dripping she said we better do some oral therapy just Natural tits to make sure that is ok too as she slipped off her loose fitting house dress revealing her milky white breasts and thighs contrasted by her darkly tanned face, arms and legs as she wore no undergarments. She squeezed my hair and gasped as my tongue fluttered up to her clit. I had the shot, but I’d hesitated, and now I was paying for it. She started gagging before she even reached halfway down his cock. At 3pm I went into Woolies and Sally saw me, waved, brushed past the other till girl and disappeared through a door.