Then she told me of her first girlfriend, the one she got caught with. Had she been a minion of Satan too? I asked.She ignored that question and took...my hand across the table. We bent our heads and she led us in prayer. I let my thumb play with her hand a little. She let me until the prayer ended then snatched it away, avoiding my eyes. Then she showed me to my room in the dormitory. Strangely enough, all of the male inmates were kept separate from us. You would think they would want us. But, after the punches and being thrown through the glass door, I fell unconscious. I woke up, several hours later. I was blinded, and my ears and mouth covered. I was dazed from what I figure was a concussion, and I quickly realized I was feeling an extreme pain in my penis. It was so painful, I didn't even realize it at first. I tried to scream in pain, but with my mouth covered, and stuffed, I couldn't make a real sound. He had rather beaten my penis. And he also put salt on the wounds, to. I guess he liked biting as I pulled on his lip with my teeth and rubbed my tongue against the little pit and switched to another part. From far away, his lips were thin, but being this closes to him, they were plumper and wet, and comfortable to mine. We just kept kissing, it was our favorite, and both of us were really good at it.We moved onto each other switching who was on top and who was on bottom. Personally I liked his to be on top of me, but it was rather cold in the room. He started to. He was leaned back stroking his dick up and down in his palm. His eyes were closed and his head was back. I laughed to myself at the sight of his curled toes. Steam poured out of the door as he pounded his cock in his hand. As excited as I was to see this I decided I had better get gone before he saw me. I ran upstairs to my room and proceeded to finger my pussy, all the while thinking about Uncle Jons large cock. I could have ended it there but after the pool and then seeing him masterbate I.