There was nothing anybody could do, so I resolved myself to the fact that I would just have to do the time, and make the best of it. Part of me hoped ...ust to be left alone, and hoped that I would not wind up being someone's bitch. I wound up being the bitch of 5 black men, who used me daily. Oddly enough though, my first taste of the black cock that I loved so much, was not another inmate, it was one of the guards. About a week after I was locked up, I got my first taste of him. His name was. Speaking of which . . . Marta rested her well-manicured hand on her shoulder, less friendly than possessive, and entirely unwanted. She, too, tried to catch Dez’s eye in the mirror. ‘The new you.’ She said affirmatively. Behind her, Jane and Tina murmured approvingly, pointing, touching, making shapes in the air with their hands- here, her cupped face, and how well her hair now framed it, here, with two curved swipes, her body, and how well her new clothes fit it. Like they had always been-. "Shy Eh ? dunno why ? The fence is high and gate's locked ! Complete privacy" Hazel stated. Hazel, still naked, wandered back inside and came back with a mini buffet of sandwiches."Reckon you'll need some sustenance AND please drink your drinks and CHAT! You both fancied each other before today and reckon you do more now you've seen each other naked" she said with a knowing look."What do you mean?" I asked."Well how hard did your cock get when Nat stripped Steve ? and Natalies face was a. .. but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. As Tim approached, he could see that she was wearing matching red panties underneath the skirt.Pity, he thought."Bonjour!" Dot smiled up at him, her eyes squinted from the sun shining directly over Tim's shoulder."I'm afraid I don't speak any French..." Tim began, sitting down beside her."Good!" she answered..." I will teach you then... we will start out with.