I began to get up but Sally sternly said, “You sit there and don’t move, I didn’t say you could get up”. She opened the door and I heard the h...llo’s being exchanged. Sally said “Come in and go sit in the armchair where you fucked my husband." Her voice tone had changed, it was more sultry and sexy. Alison came into my view, choosing to walk past me. She was wearing a red dress, which fit tightly to her curvy body. Just fitting over her round arse and tightly fitting her huge 34E tits. She. Finally, she ordered him onto the bed and to assume the doggy position which he did. For the next thirty minutes we each took turns using our hands, a riding crop and a ping-pong paddle to turn his sweet ass a bright red. Barb then reached into our ‘toy bag’ to pull out her strap-on dildo which she put on, then slid a rubber over her artificial cock before lubing his virgin boy-pussy. As she slowly entered him, he gasped several times until she was all of the way in him. She paused while I. Waiting for daylight, worrying that falling asleep will just bring a continuation of the nightmare; she’s terrified at the realization that each time it seems even more realistic, and seems to being drawn closer to a terrible conclusion. Knowing it’s still hours before the lights in the ceiling automatically come on again and the staff makes their initial rounds of the day, she’ll try to wait it out, not go back to sleep. Watching the digital clock, listening for any sounds outside her. Sure, I had heard all the stories about **** in prison, and the gay guys, but I never, ever believed it. I would always laugh, and punch them. But then, I got into real trouble. It was the day I took a chair and threw it, and it shattered, blinding a person by hitting him in the eyes. I got three weeks in prison and then 40 hours community service. I was very stressed.So, I was practically being dragged down the dark, murky hallway of the prison cell, the guards telling me to stand up and move.