I awoke the next morning and looked straight at the clock; it was 9:30am. Eddie must have arranged it with the guard on my wing to let me sleep in. I ...as tired and sore from the events of the previous evening and the early hours of this morning, I just couldn't believe what had happened to me. I seemed normal enough (or as normal as one could be when you are a guest in Chelmsford prison); just Mike. Mike brushing his teeth, Mike combing his hair, Mike changing into clean fatigues. Mike drinking. Not to be indiscreet or immodest, but four-figures... unremarkably.Which is decent, considering the indecent benefits.Men, in my experience, love to make rules. Just think of all theirincomprehensible sports!Then, imagine a bunch of rich guys who expect to get their way always.And in their clubby private retreat demand servility even more. The onlyproblem is members who expect the same, and don't want other members(with differing expectations) to violate their own expectations. Claro?So,. * * *By the time Lexi finished studying for her math final, it was late. She could hear her father snoring down the hall, but she herself didn’t feel tired at all. She felt horny. And at this hour she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, until she remembered that she had a good option close at hand.Moving very quietly — probably more quietly than she really needed to, as her dad was a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer — she crept out the front door and over to Annalise’s. The house was dark but. . oh yes that's great." On your knees Dickie and worship at my temple of love!"I kneeled in front of her and looked at her narrow slit partially covered by hair. She pulled my head into her crotch and said "Now lick me, Dickie boy."I grabbed her two bum cheeks and pushed my tongue inside what I could reach. She opened her legs and pushed her hips forward. I could now get right inside of her. Her cunt tasted delicious if a bit salty from her last piss, she held my head tightly and gave a big.