.."Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said, and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.I head the clicki...g of her high heels receding down the corridor dividing the workroom cells.I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had come the full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prison prostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MH Correctional Establishment Chelmsford. Steve had hold over. His shirt was off. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm I had below. He must have seen some of what had happened in my face because he paused his undressing."What happened?" he said. "Are you okay?"I could tell he was still staring at my breasts, raking my naked body with his eyes. But he seemed concerned."How long were you underwater?" he said. "Where are the others?" I don't know," I said. I struggled into my clothes. "I don't know."I was starting to panic and I felt it in my voice. I'm. ’ I thought to myself. At least I was wearing underwear this time. My mother stopped suddenly about two paces past me and said without turning, ‘You’ve got a girlfriend.’ ‘What?’ I replied dumbfounded. ‘You’ve got a girlfriend.’ She repeated. She turned toward me and said again, ‘You have a girlfriend.’ She started walking back toward me and said as she walked, ‘A mother knows when her baby boy has a girlfriend. And I bet you’re having sex too.’ ‘What makes you think that?’ I asked. Him or me, big dick or big income, which would she choose?" I couldn't help myself; I smiled and that broadly. She didn't get up when he did. He gave her a look that could only be understood as disgust, but she didn't say anything.After he left, we just stared at each other for some little time before I broke the impasse. "What, you didn't wanna go home with him to meet his wife and four kids?" I said.Her eyes lit up. "You know about him? But of course you do. You have those recordings. You.