Wanda already had the answers, but was concerned about making decisions for me when it was supposed to be done by me.The Sheriff dropped by the buildi...g to talk to Frank and inspect our holding cell area. We had room to hold up to fifty inmates if necessary, and had facilities for food preparation, but we had a contract with the hotel restaurant across the street when the population was small. The Sheriff liked the idea of our prisoners being in leg and waist chains even in their cells. He made. Lean back there and close your eyes.'He dropped to his knees at her feet and began to remove her shoes. It registered in her head that she should object but somehow she didn't want to. He kept talking to her in that warm caressing voice and she gave herself up to its soothing lullaby.She felt him raise her foot and he slid her shoe off. The music washed over her and she felt as if she was in a pool of happiness.One shoe off, he rested her stockinged sole on the flat of his thigh and bent to. This was, without a doubt, the driest ass I'd ever fucked. It was nearly painful for *me* to continue, but I managed, very slowly shoving my cock deep into her colon, until my balls were against her. She screamed and cried, stretching her upper body over the pulpit, trying to get away from the pain.When I could give it a go, I slid back and forth, loosening her ass. I grabbed her around the waist, and started sliding my fingers up and down her cunt. This she would not stand for, and tried her. Women, more than anything else, I would say. That’s what I want to remember here and want to share with you. My first proper sex:I was 20 years old in the second year of college and used to live in Noida. I and my flatmate who used to live in a two-bedroom apartment. It was just two rooms on the top floor of a house with an outside kitchen and bathroom and a small baramda.We both used to sleep in our rooms. The covered baramda was a common space connecting the rooms and the kitchen and bathroom.