I guess there was a sexual mood developing amongst us, more with the boys to start with, but I was not doing much to discourage their overtones, it wa... in an age of discovery, I was curious and enjoying the attention, being the center of attraction, and being aroused, knowing they all wanted me.These were powerful emotions, new frontiers and awakenings, so when someone suggested I nominate the best kisser, I agreed to kiss them one by one and nominate the one that I enjoyed.Passionate kissing. It is fundamentally a master/slave relationship made either willingly or unwillingly. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions last. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to. I shuddered in delight as I finally touched my tongue to her clit and smiled as she moaned."Oh, yeah, Josh," she said, moaning and rubbing my hair. "Oh yeah, lick that pussy." That was all the encouragement I needed from her. I dove in then, throwing caution to the wind as I frantically licked back and forth, up and down, side to side, any which way that would increase her pleasure. She was moaning frantically now; I decided it was time to insert a finger into her pussy. I kept my nails. Her sighs became longer and louder. At the same time her hand had slid up my shorts and was slowly but firmly gripping my rock hard cock. All of a sudden without any warning, she came. It was one of the biggest, wettest orgasms I had ever witnessed. I stood up, took off my shorts, bent her over the arm of the couch and proceeded to explore her wetness with my tongue. She didn't last very long before cumming again and was now begging for me to fuck her. By now all I wanted to do was part those.