That was the case with Walt, an older gentleman who was an old friend of one of the owners. Walt was somewhere between fifty and sixty, a large athlet...c-looking man, well over six-foot, but developing somewhat of a pot belly now. He dressed tastefully and wore a Rolex, so Anna and I thought he must be well-off financially. After he treated us to an expensive dinner out, during which we consumed several bottles of good wine, we went back home and had a night cap before bedtime. The night cap. The jail was quiet. I kind of expected the women in the other cells to still be talking but no one was. It was dead silent. The bed was so uncomfortable, like sleeping on a big flat stone. It must have taken me about half an hour to get comfortable just enough to fall asleep. I figured by then all the other women were already sleeping. I listened closely to the silence that pierced my eardrums, making my ears ring. I listend for whispering or a cough, anything to remind me that I wasn't. He shivered as my tongue flicked against his cock. I freed up one hand and circled the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly to form a bead of precum on his cock head. I flicked my tongue again, catching the droplet, and grinned wickedly up at him. "Keep my cock nice and hard, babe, but don't make me cum. I'm saving it for your pussy," I cautioned Paula with a chuckle, before spreading her pussy open for John's waiting cock. I placed my tongue against Paula's clit so. A stream of cum shot out of me revealing the sexual tension in my byd that had built up for about three weeks now. I new I wasn't fully there yet and continued to work it leaning forward my face contorted in a deep pleasure. Another wave of pleasure ran through me sending out another strong spurt of cum onto the floor. Weakening now I continued to work m cock but I couldn't keep up the pace and as the final spasms of pleasure shot through me I jerked a little as the last dribbles of cum came.