In cutting a long story short, I met a petite Indian girl in the club who invited me to her hotel room. This was the 1st time I had ever made out with...a woman of a different race and I tell u, it was an experience I will never forget. It was as if there was something to prove on who were the better lovers.We tried all positions we had seen or read in porn as well as new experimental ones. Whilst engaging in a ‘69’, she would be concentrating on sucking my cock and her hand would move to my. Just in time, too; a huge jet of hot pee spurted into the urinal jar. She held his prick in place, stroking the sides of his shaft with her fingers. Her other hand was cupped underneath the jar, and she could feel the heat of his pee through the plastic.She felt his hand slide up the inside of her legs; brushing her wet slit through the opening of her panties. This was what she wanted; when the patients couldn’t contain their desire for her any longer. She closed her eyes as she felt his finger. All inmates had to work in the factories, except on Sundays, which were reserved for cleaning and showering and upon which there were no work assignments."They had Holidays, when English workers were working seven days a week in the Spitfire factories, at Woolstone near Southampton seventy three hour weeks, on night shift, I knew this, and I was not as impressed as Miss Johnsson expected.He led us to the buildings, I was a model of politeness, slipping in beside the blonde beauty, "Hello," I. Now, as she stepped out of the dress, he saw black stilettos with a four-inch heel."But you aren't ready," she said. She pouted and walked over to him. He could smell perfume, an odd scent that seemed to suit her. She smiled and loosened his necktie."Just watch how fast I can be ready," he said.He grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart, ripping all the buttons, but who cared. He kicked off his shoes. Then he loosened his belt. He grabbed his pants and yanked them down past his hips. They fell to.