Veronica was already seated when he walked up and he had to admit, she looked ravishing. Her hair was in ringlet curls an she wore a silver dress that...sparkled in the light. It was cut low enough to show off a generous amount of her 36C breasts. Her lips were painted red and she wore a shade of light brown eyeshadow. When she saw him she smiled a wide smile and stood. ‘Thanks for coming Mike.’ ‘Save it.’ He said shortly and sat down. ‘I am only here because Bree said I should.’ ‘Because she. .. it never shows up because he doctors the computer records on what gets moved from bank to bank. God, you're driving me wild!" Who else knows about this switching he does?" she asked, more intrigued by the way his pants throbbed than with the story now. Her own legs scissored together, rubbing her labia against one another in a vain attempt to relieve some of the sexual tensions mounting in her own young, lusty body."The presidents of all the other banks suspect. No one else really knows. She reached down and started rubbing my cock through my shorts. Soon her upper leg moved over my hips. I brought my upper hand from behind her and slipped it into her shorts. She was not wearing panties, and I felt a thick covering of soft hair. I worked my finger through the hair until I found her slit. I slid up and down along her slit gathering her natural moisture, then moved up to the top of her slit to her clit. As I circled her clit her hips started moving up and down. She moved out of. I sat there, staring straight ahead for hours. I could not move. A delivery cart with our wedding dinner was at the door. Chicken, rice vegetable. Plastic knife, fork, spoon. Some sort of juice. Edible at best. I did not eat. I did not even talk for two days. Neither did she. We would politely look away as the other used the toilet. Neither of us could move far without the clinking of chains echoing in the cell block. Nothing was secret, no move undetected.At4am a guard opens our cell..