I didn't want to appear at all triumphant. Feel it, yes,but not show it. After all, I never knew when I might need some kind ofhelp or cooperation fro... one of the other inmates. Besides, if I wasgoing to beat them, it might help if they underestimated how well I wasdoing ...But the corridor I was led down wasn't one that I recognised. That initself wasn't startling - it had already become apparent that the complexin which we were being held was a veritable labyrinth that extended overseveral. As per my Bulls prerogative, I had chosen a blue slightly revealing knee high cocktail dress with matching Navel’s open back shoes. I had also followed my Bulls request to remove all personal body hair and be wearing a black thigh high bra and panty set. I was dressed to kill, my hair and nails were completely finished and even by my own standards….I looked good. On the inside I was a wreck.Beginning as soon as I hung up the phone with my Bull the night before setting the time of his arrival,. About a month after I started working for Matt, he took me to my first insurance conference, and we ended up fucking in the hotel. Just as Matt, my boss, finished cumming inside me, I heard my phone buzz. When I looked, I could see that it was Alan, my husband, calling to wish me a ‘goodnight’, so I had to answer it.--------------------------------------------So, with Matt still laying on top of me….his stiff cock still shoved deep inside my cunt…..I reached over to my purse on the night stand. Looks like you girls are having a great time.Brittany responded: It's always fun with Lisa.“What did he say?” Lisa asked impatiently.“He said it looks like we're having fun.”“What? Is that all? He gets to look at my titties and all I get is 'it looks like you're having fun'?”“I only sent him the first one.”“What the hell for? You have a photo of my nipple and you don't show your husband? Come on, Britt, send him the other one.”“Really?”“Sure. Why not? I want to know what he thinks.”“Wouldn't.