I thought about my parents and how poorly I’d treated them lately. If I lived through this, I was going to apologize to my mother, hug her and tell ...er I love her.The lights in the house were off. There seemed to be a night light in the kitchen by the refrigerator and one in the living room, where they tied me up, behind the table between two chairs. It was really dark and I could just barely see anything. I could just scarcely make out shadows of the furniture. A faint line around the window. That night when she got back to the house, she told Patty about the day and about Tom's comments. "This is perfect. Let's do it tonight, fuck it." Patty said. "I'm horny from looking at you, too. Why don't you come up to our room around 10."Amy put on a black nightie and a robe and crept up to the Cochran's bedroom door right at 10. She peeked in, and Patty was in bed with Tom talking to him. She gently knocked. "Come on in," Patty said. "Hey Amy," Tom said. "What's up?"Patty looked at Amy and. Chapter 2 On our way back to our cell from the shower I remember feeling mixed emotions. I felt dirty and disgusted. Not for just doing the act but enjoying it as it happened. I thought that if I could get away with giving Jerome hand jobs, it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I could explain to him how I felt and we could compromise. I thought a lot of irrational thoughts during that walk to our cell. I refused to look at the other inmates; I could feel their eyes piercing me. I felt so humiliated. . I had my arm around her waist and slid my hand under the knot of her tied bathrobe. My now fully erect dick was up against her ass and I was enjoying the knowledge that there was just the thin cotton material of my boxer shorts and the thick cotton of her bathrobe separating my dick from her naked ass! I knew that I would get no sleep at all; I just wanted to savor this night for as long as possible. We stayed snuggled for about an hour, when she stirred and turned to lay on her back. My hand.