Yeah, check out this young body. OK, open the legs a little more, inner thigh seems to drive guys crazy. 'Greg' is the name on his dirty uniform. "But...Greg, I just need an oil change, and I'm going out of town tomorrow. Please?"He smiles, turns his head and yells back toward the door he came out of, "Hey, Harry, we've got a special here. Open up bay 3."Special? I don't need any $59.95 special, just the basic lube and oil. Oh, maybe he means I'm special. Well, this won't be the first time that I. It was then as shepulled out her mobile she explained it to me fully. Prisoners can?t carryphones or money, so they have little bitch handbags, who carry round theirstuff for them. That is why she needed to stretch my pussy. Shame really, cause she could get a lot of money pimping me to the guards.Maybe she would do that soon, while it was nice and tight, it would help toloosen me up a bit. Perhaps she would even get a deal with the guards and whowould pay a premium to take me out of the prison. I felt a reluctant Aah-sound force itself from me as her tongue rubbed against the tip. She used her hand to stroke me. I was already so far gone. She continued with her hand while looking up at me. Dont come, she said. She sounded almost threatening. What? Why not? A naughty grin spread across her face. She took me back in her mouth and sucked. Hard. I let out a yelp and felt that I would not be able to control myself for very long. What if I do come?, I asked. Then… youll be really. She said, “Yeah. Bring your anthology and notes, we’re cramming. See you.”At eighth period, I got a text with a wink from Heather. I was going, I wasn’t sure if she was convinced yet. At 4, I ran across the street to get a water bottle, and stood outside the room at 4:15. Heather’s girlfriends walked up later, and asked, “You talk to Heather?”“Yeah, needed help. She sent me this map and some times.”“Want some water?” Shelly, one of the girls asked. I threw mine away just before, I guess another.