" Yes sir, thank you for the honor. We also have a number of your special guard down here helping us." My special guard is in on this?'"Yes sir. They ...umped in immediately as soon as the problem started. I didn't have the authority to tell them not to. But they're doing an extremely competent job sir. Do you have any instructions for them sir?"I thought for a moment, wondering if Amid was trying to send me any subtle hints. I finally decided he wasn't. "No, I guess not. Am I being observed. As we lay there I could feel her leg against mine and my pussy got itchy. I kind ofspasmed and my leg pressed hard against hers. I quickly pulled it away. As I relaxedour legs touched again and I got that itch in my cunt again. I wanted to touch myselfand let my hand slip down toward my cunt. As I was slipping my hand under my shorts andpanties, I felt Cindy's hand come to rest on my thigh.I froze. I tried to move my leg away but her hand just slipped onto the hand I hadslipped under my shorts.. I parted my legs instinctively, as my pussy began to be stroked for the first time by a woman. I moaned with delight as Shaz slid her finger up and down my shaved slit, tantalizing my clitoris with her manicured nails. She leant toward me and brushed her beautiful full lips against my own as her tongue gently entered my mouth and softly entwined with my own tongue. I placed my hand on her smooth mound, my fingertips deftly stroking her labia and clitoris. We were moaning into each others mouths. By the time the police had arrive, I had thrown off my clothes (top and shorts) and continued dancing in the street.I made an ass of myself, in other words.When I woke up, I found myself in the local “Drunk Tank”.I didn’t know how I got there, I had my clothes back on but wasn’t sure about anything else.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 around it.It was the third cell like this before,.