I had stopped sucking while watching what was transpiring between them.“Your turn, Miss Benson,” He said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me tight...against him. His cock thrust deep into my mouth once more. He began pushing and pulling my head as he rocked his hips. I could feel the ridges on his cock becoming larger. He was now forcing his cock into me harder than ever. He was moaning and I could feel his hands shaking as he pulled my hair.Then he held my head tight as his cock pounded the back. He would take the piss out of me whenever I was in a bad mood, laughing at me and calling me a frustrated old woman whenever he caught me being an irritable cunt. Thankfully he had ways and means.The only female in the prison was the Governor's secretary; a plain, chunky woman in her fifties who the lags only ever saw if they were summoned to the old man's office. She wasn't unattractive, just plain and dull in a matronly way. What she was however, was a sex-mad horny, but frustrated, old bitch. No matter, for whatever reason, they all trooped in, somehow managing to seat themselves on my living room sofa. It was a tight fit, but they all managed."This is a real surprise. For what purpose are the four of you gathered here?" I sat on my coffee table, about two feet or so in front of my sofa. I wasn't surprised when Carla spoke, after all, she is the oldest of the four sisters."We came here tonight to try to reason with you, Frank. For some reason, and I have no idea why, it seems like. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn’t tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Radhika kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It.