.”She got off the bed and walked toward me pressing her hips to mine and taking my finger into her hands and placing it in her wet mouth. She closed...her eyes and sucked it slowly as my eyes just got wider and my dick pressed into her groin. She finally released my finger and I looked into her eyes, seeing a lust I’d never noticed before. I knew exactly what she wanted.I let my hands wander to her ass, rubbing it and grabbing the jean covered flesh as I pushed my manhood into her pelvis watching. " As he walked out, Jesmina followed him with her eyes, open mouthed. He stopped just outside the cell and turned. "It would be good to be friends, don't you think?" Then left without waiting for an answer.That evening, two more trainees arrived, almost a comedy combination; Mirosa Beeton, IS29/07, wife of Alan, wearing a red collar. Short at five foot two and seriously overweight – almost as wide as she was tall. Dark, lustreless hair and a pasty complexion, and Bennie Hemming, IS29/08 .... I shook my head. Oh, he was something alright. A tough nut to crack. Not the sort of man who would let anyone walk all over him. He was an Alpha through and true. Just like me. This was the first of many meetings between the two of us. Initially, we just spent time talking. We talked about everything from college sports to politics and the state of the affairs in black America. Jordan seemed to have a good grip on the grim reality of what was happening in America. The economy was down. People. The house looked really pretty in the snow, with its fairy lights adorning the rafters and windows. In fact, it was quite picture perfect, so I stopped to take a photo. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery evening sky, a great time to capture the memories of the place in which I had.