I was rubbing my middle finger along the line of the pussy hole by applying some pressure. It was very dry so my fingers were not at all going in. I c...ntinued to do that for 5 more minutes enduring lots of pain on my arm because of constant pinches.After 5 mins I thought it was not helping me much so I started rubbing it across the pussy. I did it for 30seconds and suddenly something wet and sticky touched my finger. Now I had a smile on my lip. I was now very close to become a mother fucker. I. I wasn’t even going to try to match them. Then came the fast runners. I started running at the pace I had ran the previous Monday when I was also working off my frustrations. I reached the other side of the school field at the tail end of the fast runners and ahead of the pack.The first side of the squarish course contained a gentle decline. The going was easy and I continued comfortably despite running at what for me was a faster than usual pace. One or two runners overtook me but I slowly. “Quick, let’s run for it before the warden finds out we’ve escaped!”“You’re nuts!” giggled Rebecca.“Becky!”Rebecca grimaced. “I hate that name!”“You hate your name?”“No, I hate being called Becky!” Jack gave her a curious look and she continued, “It’s a kid’s name!”“So, what do you want to be called? I think Queen of the Living Dead is already taken.”“Becca, that’s what my friends in school call me. Only old people call me Becky.”Jack scratched his head. “Okay, Becca. I can feel the years. She is from a small place in the countryside, very conservative in any way, so I had to think of a different approach to her.I found out she has a boyfriend, living in her hometown, to which she will never return, and since the apartament prices in Belgrade are insanely high, I knew that she needed a little boost.I started calling her to drinks after work, a lunch, took her a couple of times to some nice, luxurious places, where she saw couple of celebrities (that is much easier in Belgrade,.