“Do you like that sweetie?” a new voice asked me. It sounded feminine, but it had a slightly deeper tone to. “Yes mam.” my muffled voice said....After a few minutes of her rubbing her ass over my mouth, not allowing me to lick it, she turns around and then she runs her breasts across my mouth. After a minute of this she then asked the question. “Does cock turn you on baby?” Of course i hesitate with my answer. She made it a little less uncomfortable by adding that she loves a good bi boi,. The vacation is next week. I called her. She wasn't there; anticlimax! I left a message; asked her to call me.My mobile rings, it's her number."Gwenda?" Joseph! How's things?"Her voice, as ever, is deep, soft, warm, and has laughter in it."Well fine. I'm glad I reached you," I can almost see her putting her head on one side and pursing her lips in the way that she does when she's confronted with a problem. I can sense her thinking, 'get to the point'."Sorry I wasn't there earlier, I was... ,. ..But I was kind of concerned that the guard had a female prisoner heretoo somewhere, who was threatened with some kind of terrible fate thateven seemed to frighten the guards.I beat on the door again knowing that indeed someone was outside to hearme, "Let me the Fuck out of here!" That was the nicest thing I screamed,it devolved from there. However, still no answer from the guards.A couple of hours later I saw a slot open in the bottom of the door anda plate of food, along with a cup of liquid. You do protect people don’t you? How much will it cost me?’ ‘Yup and it’s a hundred a day plus expenses.’ She was young and pretty and very scared. I saw her face drop as she opened the door. ‘Oh. I can’t afford that much,’ she all but whispered rushing out before I could mention working something out. Well, you win some, you loose some. I don’t know why but I looked out the window and saw her leave the building. Her head didn’t move to look as she stepped off the corner. She got about half.