Anya, at that point seven months pregnant with Ivan Konstantinovich had been forced to reduce her activities. Reluctantly, as she had in previous preg...ancies, she had accepted that my security was no longer her primary role, and she was resting – naked as usual – in our bed. She is always amazed that I consider her at her most beautiful when pregnant; she can only see what she considers the grotesque bulge of her abdomen and swollen breasts. However, Romy and I leave her in no doubt of our true. Cellmates, whatever."Faith groaned. She could handle being cellmates with anyone here. The gross, hairy lunch lady that picked her nose and sneezed on the slop they had to eat. The hot serial r****t that was so touchy-feely that the only way she could go outside was in a straightjacket. The lunatic from D that was always swimming in the empty pool. Even that female guard that took sexual favours in order to smuggle in some "items from home" like cigarettes or knives. One girl even got a rock. She released to give a nice kiss on my lips and said, “meri acchi bacchi Vinnie, aaj ktini badi ho gayi hai!” She then lied beside me and cuddled me. She again got into her quasi maternal mode. As she was caressing my face and hair, we just kept looking at each other.Her tits were right in front of me. She drew closer till my lips were touching them. She pressed her breast against my lips. I just closed my eyes. I was having difficulty in breathing. I opened my mouth and her tits entered it. I. .To say I was disappointed was an understatementI waited about half an hour and was just going to drive home, then a lovely Renault van pulled up. It was shocking pink. Talk about being unobtrusive. Whoever was in there flashed his lights and I flashed mine. The driver side door opened and out stepped a dream. Christ what a shock I got.He was about six foot tall and wearing a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and a pair of oh - so tight white Calvin Klein's, and that's all....Oh he was lovely. Short.