Part Nine – Jennifer
Sometimes I am so glad that Miss Denise has Billy..., caged and helpless.., ready for any amusement. For as I lie with my labia butterflied and my c******s porcupined, Miss Denise rests from her hours of working me by instead tormenting Billy, pricking him with a particularly long needle and laughing as he jumps about in the cage, futilely attempting to avoid her determined hand.
It is the middle of the night and yet watching Billy suffer seems to bring Miss Denise’s adrenalin to a boil. When she returns to me I am disheartened to note that she has renewed energy.
“Have I walked you opened like that? It’s a deliciously powerful sensation.”
I shake my head. When she forgets which activities she has undertaken with which prisoner it causes me to wonder just how many
