She put her arms around me and kissed me, mashing her tits on my chest.I embraced her. I realized I was crying."I'm sorry mom!" No baby! I'm sorry!" s...e said looking at my face again, wiping away the tears."I should have told you a long time ago how much I wanted you."I looked into her big green eyes."That's okay. We can make up for all the lost time." "How?" I asked."By fucking each other silly, silly!" she laughed gently. I smiled."I'd like that." "I want you to fuck my mouth, my asshole, my. Fran had been left with his unzipped “body bag” in one of the smaller rooms. She was sitting on the floor working on her tablet, and now she turned. One qualification for her job as wake-up companion was she was having her period. That should guarantee that no compulsion to mate would interfere with his waking up.“Hello, Alan,” she said. “You’re in a strange new place. All of us are. But it’s fun and exciting.”“Oh,” he said, but didn’t ask more. He gradually sat up and drank.“I gotta go,” he. She was already almost two. Damn!The siren sounded and the cell doors opened for us inmates to make our way down to the visitation room, really, a kind of large auditorium with four-person, white steel tables with seats fixed to the tables that could not be moved or detached. The worst was that there was no physical contact between prisoners and visitors in max; that was ironclad.“I got me a table kind of in the middle of the room. Today it looked like I was going to be lucky; I wouldn’t have. Tom lit some candles, and left her to freshen up.She took a wonderfully hot shower, delighting in the feeling of this magical evening, though she was still a little apprehensive about her mystery man. Where was this going? As the shower hit her body, and she reveled in the feeling emanating from within, she decided to just go with the feeling.After the shower, she dried off and slipped into the luxurious bathrobe that was left for her. Wondering how she would find Tom, she poked her heat out.