“Here’s your breakfast, bitches! Simon Says, eat up! It’s your last meal until I grant you permission to eat again. Grits, toast, and eggs, and ...ount yourselves lucky for those! If you’re good, you might earn butter and sugar for those grits next time, but don’t count on it yet. Don’t expect three square meals until I decide that you’ve earned them!“You will learn not to take anything for granted, not meals, not clothes, not even shelter! If you’re particularly bad, I might well make you sleep. Their final act was to slacken the chain that held the cell’s original occupant, who quickly pulled it back through the wall, allowing more but still limited movement.The new prisoner pulled the crude hood from their head then massaged his wrists. Only then did he look across at the other prisoner. A young woman looked back at him curiously; her hair was long and unkempt and apart from the thick leather girdle that she wore around her abdomen she was completely naked. Holding one finger up to. I wondered if she would resent it. I had no idea what sort of TLC was wanted. My plan was to let her take the lead this evening. We would do what she wanted to do, talk about what she wanted to talk about.She was late. I had been told five thirty. Perhaps she would not turn up at all. As that hopeful thought crossed my mind she arrived, and made straight for where I was sitting. I stood, we embraced quite naturally as we always had – somewhat stiffly, hips kept apart.“Sorry I’m late,” she said,. ................................I’d had a late night with some friends and Lilik had gone to work, it was 9 in the morning and I was laying in bed with a morning hard on when I heard the music in the lounge. Stumbling out of bed naked with a raging hard on I thought Lilik had come home but as I got near the door to the lounge I was greeted with Dewi on the treadmill with her earphones in listening to music as usual.FUCK her ass was tight , she was wearing a dark blue tracksuit and training.