There was a fat black man next to me, looked harmless.I was in one of those cells that held several prisoners, with wooden shattered bench seats aroun... it.It was the third cell like this before, a brick wall that led to the toilets.I think we had 15 in our cell, the rest were pretty filled up.The guard was 20 meters away and paying no attention to the cells.Every now and then to kill his boredom he did a head count or release an inmate of two.I sat next a big black man, I really men he was big. As I moved back I did it again but this time I moved a little slower so I know she felt it. As I moved past she looked down at my crotch. She couldn’t help but see the bulge. She asked me what brought that on. I told her what a beautiful lady she was and that I was surprised she didn’t have guys beating down her door. I told her what a nice body she had….especially her ass. As I told her this I reached over and cupped her ass cheek. Her hand dropped down and rubbed my crotch as I cupped her. I then had my dinner and started to read magazine ignoring them.After half an hour or so my stepson came to me and started to tell I did wrong. He told that aravindo was very upset by it and was crying lot. My stepson also told that after he had sucked me then he had told aravindo it seems that he considered me as his mom and wanted to thank me for feeding him. He also told that aravindo had sucked my saree with good intention but not with bad manner. Again he told something which I forgot now. We turned our roles a little less bardic and just became traveling entertainers. That’s one thing about a con: no one really cares if they can recognize the character as long as you are creating one. Instead of focusing all our performance time on the platforms, I played as we walked up and down the aisles, through the lobby, and down the meeting room halls. We did hit the platforms as well, but we were doing pretty well just wandering. Like a wandering minstrel, I guess. Several of the larger.