The relief of not being in the sergeant's presence was enough for her. This cell was like the one near the courtroom except it contained two cots. Aga...n it had no view facing another solid wall. It did have an outside window, near the top of the cell which was filled with opaque glass reinforced with wire. She could tell it was now dark outside but could not see anything, even the sky. She lay on the cot emotionally exhausted soon drifting off to sleep. She was awakened by a guard standing. I can make you cum SO hard, and I'll drink every drop, I promise!" Shut up, Sandy," I ordered calmly but firmly."Yes, Master," she intoned, and immediately ceased her struggle to embrace me."If everybody is so all-fired determined for me to make love to you, why did he leave you like this?" I asked. "Why didn't he just give you some instructions and wake you up? Did the REAL Sandy sign that letter, or was it you?" Oh, no, Master. She signed it, alright. She wants you ... she always has. She's. Me being a young naive country boy a talk with him for a minute or two. The conversation starts getting weirder and weirder the longer he talks and I finally do the metal gymnastics in my head that this dude is or might be gay. I suddenly bring up my fiance' and how much I can't wait to see her (a total lie, just trying to let him down gently). I think we are done talking and make my way up to the restroom and start pissing. Next thing I know this dude is right next to me at a urinal and we are. I turned my head toward him and said fuck my ass and make me come like my husband can’t. He said he must be a right fucking mug having such a sexy whore as wife who goes out acting like a filthy slut getting fucked in her shaved puss and tight slut ass. I said he didn’t know he was married to a slut and that I got my kicks out being fucked by lots of strangers, sometimes even gang banged by loads of cocks at the same time. I said I’m an insatiable slut who loves to feel different cocks inside.