He stroked his own cock while Bob fucked his asshole. The crew just watched the door. They never joined the two men. Bob was an okay guy. He too offer...d Michael protection. Nobody bothered Michael for the rest of his time in the can. He had sex with Bob and everything was okay.Prison is a nasty place to be. Men have sex with other men. Guards have sex with the prisoners. The only way to survive is to meet somebody who will offer protection. Life in jail is no happy fairytale. Nobody wants to. ‘Stanley, it’s me. Look, we’re stranded in the rain on some guy’s porch at 854 Tamar Road. Can you drive over and—’ They both froze when the guy pulled out a small handgun from the pocket of his jeans. Melissa felt paralyzed with fear. She dropped her phone and stepped back. As Michael hugged her in a protective embrace, the guy rushed forward, stooped down and snatched the phone from the floor. One hand held the gun, the other the cell. He shouted into the phone. ‘Stanley is it? Okay,. .oh baby, you got me!" I shouted as my juices ran out of my pussy onto Allen's eager pink tongue."My turn," said Allen. "Turn around and get on your knees."I spun around on the bench so Allen could come at me from behind. He rammed his cock into my soaking pussy and...There was a knock at the door."Everything okay in there?" said the fitting room man."Oh, fine, hun," I said. "Just trying to help my boyfriend here with his zipper. Be right out!"I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from. His response was immediate. His pace and intensity both lifted. The muscles in his backside rippled as he thrust his tool into her. The two of them fed on each other. She soon shivered and shook as she came again, even more intensely than before. As Jana writhed around him Eric's face grimaced with the exhilaration of the pleasure pain. Growls and moans burst from his throat. Sweat sheened on his body. His thrusts slowed, became deep and deliberate. He pumped his load into her depths.They.