Your grip tightens on me, I know you are close. Leaning forward, I press myself into you, loving the way our bodies fit together. I kiss you deeply, c...pturing your tongue with my teeth, playing it against my own, moaning loudly, finding it hard to breath, my heart is pounding so hard it must soon burst. Suddenly your hands are on me, holding the back of neck tight to you. Rolling us both over you thrust into me harder, faster, deeper. One sharp intake of breath and I’m over the edge, legs. He looks your sandy brown hair and matching brown eyes over. Your hand buckled under two metal cuffs into a position where you couldn't jut out. You stare at the commander as he bears down upon you in the storage room of the small towny jailhouse."John you know damn well I didn't want to catch you stealing from Mr. Timms local grocery store." The man said wearing basic cop wear, a cheaply produced blue t-shirt with a rusted badge above his heart."I really don't know what you mean. I was just. . arrangements here."She looked at me, as if waiting for a response, but I had no idea what she meant. Ms. Christensen shuffled in her seat."Yes ma'am," I answered in a meek voice."To be honest, I'm not entirely sure this is all really proper, taking a girl this late in the term, and of no apparent breeding, lacking any scholastic record, and honestly dear, do you have a surname?" Uh –" Just Tyballa?" Yes ma'am."Somehow I knew that proclaiming myself Princess Tyballa, daughter of the late King. Mujhe aik dum josh aaya main ne uska booboo pakad liya aur dubane laga us ne “kaha bhaiyya ab isko buss karo aur kuchh niche ka bhi dhyan do usme khalbali machi hue hain. Main ne kaha” chup chap leti raho main ne uski salwar bhi uttar dee. Niche ka hall wastav main bura lag rha tha kee koi nadi bah rahi ho main usme muh laga kar use chatne laga aur sara ras peekar use sukha kar diya. Uske muh se ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..mmmmmmmmmm………ohhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh////please dheere dheere kee awaze nikal rahee.