They are both watching me all evening, touching me all evening. But nobody else sees it.Drinks, chatting, socialising. Everyone else in the room is ob...ivious. But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait.My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people start to leave. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I. I had noticed the last time that the other inmates tended to stay clear of our table when Cuba was with me and I assumed it was because of her rumored reputation for always finishing a fight once it was started. The guards were totally bored with the entire affair because this was a day that was all about the incarcerated and not about their problems and their desires. In a way, I could see the guards were just as much prisoners as the girls in trouble. That started me to thinking that a story. I shook my head back and forth trying to indicate he was lying. George bent down and said like this? The minute his mouth touched my pussy my hips rose up and I tried to moan around the gag in my mouth. George continued to eat my pussy and I pushed into his face as his tongue sought out my sloppy wet hole and probed up inside of me. This was met with a chorus of “ eat that pussy , eat that pussy “ George responded with deep probes of his tongue inside me and up and down my lips until he pushed. "I was having a really bad day. But it's great to know that I have a guy that will always be there for me when I need it." "And that's never going to change," I promised. "So you're feeling better I take it?" "Yes," she replied. "I'm feeling much better now." "Same here," a mysterious voice said. I poked my head up. One of Becca's neighbors, Dom Wartmon, was watching us from the other side of the fence. He had a big smile on his face. "Wish I brought my camera," he said. "Would have loved.