I looked around Chris towards Michelle, she was also curled up to Chris, her beautiful tits pressed to his body, her arm around his waist. I decided ...o take hold of Chris’s wrist and begin slowly guiding his hand up under my skirt. I was biting his ear and began breathing a bit heavier as his finger tips reached the edges of my panties. Michelle saw Chris’s hand up my skirt. My skirt hiked up to my waist, his hand now rubbing my pussy over the top of my wet panties. She grabbed his cock. Silent and pink Ithought, great.With the coming of morning in my pink windowless cell came a movementof proportions. Heading to the bathroom again, I put some more gel onmy sore aching anus and slowly pushed the huge plug out of my hole. Ithurt again, like giving birth I imagined, but not quite as bad as thefirst time yesterday. As I was pooping I saw an enema bag hanging onthe wall right across from the toilet. When I had finished I sighed andgave myself a large warm enema. I was being so. Of course my life came crashing down on me, I had noinclination that he felt that way, he always seemedhappy and I was totally devastated by this turn ofevents in my life. A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front stepwith the note in my hand, crying like a baby when myneighbor, Irene, came over to see why I was in tears.We weren’t really friendly but always said hello andsometimes made small talk, but it was a shoulder to cryon, so I told her what happened. She let me pour. I wanted him inside me then, whoever he was. I wanted my husband to see me be entered by another man. He slipped his fingers into my cunt, and I heard more cheering. I moaned for all of them, to goad them on. I could hear a squishing noise as he slipped his fingers in and out of me. I groaned for them. I closed my eyes. I ground my hips against the stranger's fingers. I let him finger me like that for a while, feeling an enormous amount of pleasure build up inside me while I thought of everyone.