Your hot breath against my hand makes my cock pulse just a little, and as you struggle against me you can feel it growing against the top of your arse... With my stiff cock prodding into you, you reach behind your back and rub your fingers across the front of my jeans, groaning deeply as you feel the entire length, marvelling at its thickness, terrified of what it will do to your cunt. I let go of your mouth, and your body trembles as I start to kiss and bite your neck hard, my hands move down to. ....but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like rabbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation. As we left the restaurant it was a foggy night, and she pointed out to me that I couldn't possibly go home to South West London. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself. We eventually got to her front door, and she invited me in. As the door closed, I pushed her against the hallway. From what he said, I knew I would not be released and sent home and that I would receive a whipping. All he could do would be to keep the number of lashes to the minimum. He stayed a lot longer than his allotted time mainly to try and calm me down and he asked about my life in prison over the weekend. Probably I rambled on about how I was forced to be a sexual slave to the warders and told him about Illy and the others. Chapter three. SentencedOn Tuesday morning the six of us were given clean. "Give me a break. I bet you think Love means never having to say you're sorry." Huh?" It's a line from some dorky book on our reading list in English. Why don't you just act like a man and fight for her?" I told you. I gave her my word." Well, I didn't." What's that supposed to mean?" I didn't promise Jill anything. You love her too much to let her disappear over something as stupid as her jealousy. If you were fucking me, I could see it. But you cringe when I go to kiss you goodnight. And she.