I hoped she would have some sympathy for me now that I was capitulating in this perverted parody of forced feminisation and prostitution."Don't bovver...Michele; he's on his way. He just wants a quickie and this is a freebie so you better make it quick; time is money!"What the fuck did she mean: 'Freebie'? I was about to find out.The unmistakable navy blue uniform of a prison guard came into view. He was a fat man with a florid complexion, he was sweating heavily with the exertion of carrying. Soon after he regained his feeling he heard his wife again in his ears and guessed that the objects were some sort of headphones or speakers that allowed her to talk to him. ?Its time to eat.?He pondered whether or not that would mean he would get the ball gag out of his mouth or not but it wasn’t to be. A pasty liquid was pushed through the opening and he had no choice but to swallow the nutrient shake. It was fallowed by a bit of water that left him all but satisfied. ?Now that you are all. I was turned on despite of feeling shame at the same time. I guess that feeling of shame was too strong so I never really fantasised about her, in my head I always pictured some other woman in a situation I was watching. Most of the times it was my Grandma.She was 60 at that time, I remember that during the summer this happened we celebrated her birthday. I was 16. She was short, black hair, pale skin, you couldn't say she was fat but she definitely had some extra weight. She was my Dad's. At lunch I had a few more, so by the time it got to dinner I had smoked myway through over half the packet and had got to know some of the girls oncampus better.I saw Lucy then. "I guess I had better buy myself some more fags" I said,showing her my almost empty packet as I had smoked some more during theafternoon.There was a buy one get one free deal in the Student Union shop, so Ibought two packets and a lighter.Then Lucy suggested we went for a drink and we had a few more Malibucocktails. I.