"You know, you been getting really sassy lately," he said. "I think you need a lesson." Still holding me by the upper arm he began pimp walking me dow... the cellblock. I was babbling, begging him for another chance. Everyone was looking at me, some looked pitying, others were laughing. We were heading toward the laundry room. Because Batuco was so tall and I was so short, I had to sort of run to keep up with him. When we got to the door of the laundry room a C.O. was there. If I thought he was. I had no idea you were that out of condition.’ You try and say something, but it’s difficult with that inexorable power pressing down on your chest. Ayu sees you suffering and she smiles. ‘Oh, this? Old trick. If you press down hard enough on someone’s centre of gravity, they’re basically immobilised. Usually you can’t manage to get in the right position to do it with someone who knows what they’re doing, though.’ She shakes her head. ‘You didn’t even last five seconds. I’m starting to wonder. Seeing what appeared to be the photo of a tanned woman’s very shapely rear end I lifted the pillow and to my surprise were 3 different pornographic magazines. One had been left open to a photo of a man masturbating and beside the magazine was a battery operated vibrating bullet. The vision of her exploring that fabulous body aroused me. Then I spotted her old cell phone, knowing I shouldn’t invade her privacy but convincing myself that I should check for anything out of the ordinary. I accessed. I lifted my hands from her head to grasp the bottom of my Tshirt, struggling to pull it up over my sweat soaked chest, the material whispering as it rasped up over the salt and pepper curly hairs on my chest, briefly catching on my nipple rings. Claire was to be the first person to see them since i'd had them pierced, i'd been waiting a very long time for my wife to see them or even notice their outline below my Tshirt but as she'd not seen me topless in as long as i could remember i was glad.