He knows he's good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me his. When he finally gets to me, he talks to me, comments...on my subtly exposed garter, he is seducing me with his words, and he is running his fingers along my garter. He is running his hand slowly up my skirt and he can feel my wetness. He runs his wine glass along the outline of my breast. We spend the next hours slow dancing and sipping on wine. He discreetly ever so gently plays with my brests. I thought a light diner would make sense to tide us over until the party.”“Really?” Heather asked.“Have I steered you wrong yet today?”“No,” she agreed.We headed inside the small restaurant. We both ordered two grilled fish tacos for our diner.“That was amazing!” Heather said as she wiped some sauce off the corner of her lip after enjoying the last bite of taco. “Who would have thought a little place like this would put out food this good?”“I didn’t pick a random taco stand,” I said. “The. There were no windows in the cell. That night as I lay in my bed I finally drifted off to sleep after I tried to muzzle my cries in my blanket. "Yo Mexico"! I opened my eyes and realized that dude was in my bunk behind me. I tried to jump out the bed he grabbed me around my neck and pulled me back onto the bed. He put something sharp against my cheek and told me not to move. "Yo Im not gay " I say and try to get up. "Shut the fuck up or I'll open your ass up. Im gonna get in that. He started calling me names like slut and sissy and faggot, and I was loving it. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed into me as hard and far as he could. I let out a yelp as he twitched and unleashed a flood of cum into me. He pulled out of me and I could feel the cum running down my legs because I was too gaped to keep it in. When I stood up to leave I felt a lot of cum run down my legs and down onto my heels. He apologized and said he was a heavy cummer and he hadn't blown a load in about a.