She ran her hands through his hair , her cheek against the rough of his beard."You are so fucking beautiful" he whispered as he nibbled her ear. She...looks at him expecting to see him smiling but he just looked back at her and scanning every inch of her body again , watching his hands trace down past her hips, reaching under the elastic of her black thong, touching her smooth pussy. His fingers inches away from her wet slit. She kisses him harder his wet tongue pressing against hers. Edging. .666 is denied by "his mates" because he disturbs others´time in the cell, so he is isolated, nothing can be left with a chance he could use to sufocate, so he sleeps in a bed, with nothing, direct to the bed-of-ciment as pinched bricks, a rough place to he lays on when he can´t get standing up anymore, and fall..i cuffed, chained and my assistant ( another girl-officer ), help to make him walking on the row, to outside.....I have a scissor i pull from my pocket, and i show the scissor to 666,. Then he traced his hand down her stomach and into her panties. To his surprise her pussy was already moist, and after some token stokes across her pussy lips, he pushed one finger into her cunt. Again, to his surprise, it came out wet. Then he began combining the nipple sucking with cunt fingering, first one, then with two fingers. She was responding wonderfully, first by spreading her legs a little wider, then by breathing heavier. He pulled his sloppy fingers out of her cunt, raised his hand. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.“What are you doing?” Rizwana asked.“Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. “She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock.”“I am sorry,” groaned Fahima. “I'm weak. I couldn't resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure.”“But... but...” Rizwana shook her head. “Does our husband know?”“No!” gasped Fahima..