“Got something for you,” she announces with enthusiasm. “Go get some hand cream.”
I jump to my feet, naked toes pattering to my bedroom, returning with a jar of stuff that makes my smooth skin moist and even softer. Meanwhile Sergeant Kelly retrieves a hideous looking lump of rubber from her pocket.
“Visited one of those seedy s*x shops we keep our eye on,” she explains. “Got a nice butt plug for you. Notice the shape?”
My eyes widen in apprehension. I suppose it will fit. All types of bumps and ridges, the carved conical shape tapering to where it appears my rectum will hold it in place. Sergeant Kelly takes the jar, opens and slathers.
“We really need to keep that prostate in condition,” echoing the words of Nurse Sueann. “Come, across my lap. Head down, part your thighs for me.”
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