I was actually smitten but held my emotions and stood outside. After few seconds she called me in. She acted like nothing had happened and was now dre...sed in her nightie.I asked her if I could use her bathroom she told OK. She was now sitting on the bed leaned against the wall and scrambled through the TV channels with the remote. I went inside the bathroom and shut the door but it was not locking. I called my aunt to check and she told it won’t lock just close the door I won’t open. Then she. That said, the cell was probablythe size of a decent master bedroom in the outside world - it wasdefinitely bigger than my crappy bedroom back home, but then I'd neverhad to share that. I'd had my comfy double bed to spread out in, my TV,and a wardrobe. The contents of the cell were a bit different:Bunk beds sat bolted against the right hand wall - mine was the bottombunk. Contrary to popular belief, the bottom bunk was actually the morepopular one in prison - you didn't have to climb up and. Now, don't get me wrong, she wasn't slutty, no, it took a while to really get her in bed but once she decided to have sex with me it was a hundred percent, she just wanted it all the time.Now, couple that with the fact that she was also very good between the sateens and had few inhibitions, anal sex being one, but also one of mine. Others may just love it but we both have so many other ways we never felt the need or desire. But we sure did it lots of other ways.When I graduated, we both stayed. This brought the kinkiness out of me as I woumd get clothes pins, clamping them to my nipples, lay back and stroke my cock, imagining that I was a woman who was caught pleasuring herself by a man who had broken in and she was forced to pleasure him and give him my "pussy".That was my "go to" fantasy while wearing pantyhose. Now every chance I got I'd slip on the pantyhose clamp on the clothes pins and check myself out in the mirror. After admiring how sexy I thought I looked I'd lay down and.