She was still in the belt! In prison, she wouldn't even be able to pay to have it removed, she realised, not even for a few minutes. It was now essent...ally a permanent fixture of her body.She walked up to the door, trying not to let herself get emotional. "Hey!" she repeated, louder this time.She listened patiently to the voices coming through from the other side of the door. They changed tone, as if broken off from their monotonous conversation to talk about how the new prisoner must have. It was now smeared all over her mouth and cheeks. It did cross my mind to just step in the cubicle and continue the ass fucking. But I took pity and sat her down on the toilet seat. I told her to shut and lock the door and to get herself together. Then use the glory holes. I then helped the gang of admirers use them both. The older gurl was in her element. She took a steady spit-roasting from all of us. I pushed into the ring again. Eventually her hand reached for my cock. She fondled me with. A slight shift of her hips, and she sat down, engulfing him.A pained whimper escaped her as her labia reached the root of his cock. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking full.” She wiggled her hips for a moment, stirring him inside her, and then asked, “Does my pussy feel good?”Good didn’t even begin to describe it. Her canal molded around him as though it was made for him. So hot. So wet. Even if he’d wanted to answer, he couldn’t have.“You love my little teenage pussy, don’t you Mr. Adams? Say. ; giving us enough time for some quick lovemaking before breakfast and getting ready to ride my bike across to the university; leaving home about 8:15. That got me to the campus with fifteen minutes in hand before my first lecture each day; plenty of time to go over the timetable for the day. I would make sure I had any assignments or tutorial papers ready to hand in, and then it was classes until noon. Over lunchtime I would revise my notes from the morning, or work on a project or computer.