Do we have everything I need to make mojitos?” I asked.“No. I could make you a pitcher and bring it over,” she suggested to help solve my dilemm....I stopped and did a double-take. From the way she said it, I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. If I’d been on my own and single, I would have been all for it. She sported large breasts and what looked like a butt that would make the Kardashians jealous. Now, I wasn’t usually into that sort of body type—but damn! Still, I wasn’t sure I could handle. Suddenly I was alive, my heart was beating like crazy, and I was having fun, in a weird sense of the word, this was a sexual excitement and for the first time in my life, everything had meaning, and I became a dark horse, in every sense of the meaning.I put both my arms over the back of the bench, an indication I was not moving from where I sat, I was in defiance, a show of bravado, and what's more I smiled and kept my eye contact, and as expected, he took his cock out and started stroking. That would be great.” I got the cream and sat on the bed. “Come on you, get over and I’ll rub it in.” David looked at me, and said “have I got to go over your lap Chloe? Can’t I lie on the bed?” “It’s more comfortable for me David, come on don’t be shy” I said in my rather stern voice and true to form he obeyed. I had always thought he responded well to firmness and wondered now if that was how his mother spoke to him when telling him to get across her lap. I was getting wet again just. That and a canned coke from the machine in the hallway was lunch for both of us.It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat quietly in the small jail house waiting room while they rounded up Gypsy Allen. When the jailer brought her in to us, he also brought a stack of paper for Simpson to sign. He signed for her since he was in charge. I smiled as I watched.While he signed I gave Gypsy a close look. She was trying her best to look innocent, but I wasn't.