"Are you still playing the slut game? I would have thought that it would have gotten old by now. You are no more a slut than Will is."Camille looked t...o surprised to answer me."Cammy, I've seen the way that Will and you look at one another. You stare at one another. It's exactly the same way that Kristen stares at me, and the way that I probably stare at Kristen. The two of you stare at each other, and neither of you give a shit who sees you doing it." So?"I sighed. "I've seen Will with one of. She could feel his fingers rubbing up and down on her pussy lips. She was a little afraid because her body was doing things that seemed to be naughty. She didn't know. Fred wouldn't do anything bad. Would he? All she really knew was that she liked it. She liked it a lot. "Oh, Fred, that feels funny. I'm sorry, but I'm getting wet. I think I must be a bad girl." "No girl you ain't bad. You're being a good girl. Yeah, that's real good. Here, you sit yourself down beside me. I want to show you. Totally relaxed, trusting, you allow me to move you. My massage is expert. I move your bones, testing the limits of your freedom of movement, not exceeding comfort, just pleasant extension. I pull on your arms and legs. Cradle your head, pulling gently, rocking it back and forth. Stretching, then rubbing one muscle group, then it's complement. It feels wonderful. Special attention to the parts made tender. Gentle, healing, loving touch. Thumbs press into the soles of your feet. Face massage:. ” and walked away.Ok, maybe I did push her a little. Alright, I might have liked it a little too, but only because I could push her buttons. Jones was pretty predictable and I felt that I could play her like a fiddle. Sure, her tune was all about that beat, but it was a tune I was pretty familiar with.“So what’s up now?” I asked, following her out of the break room, “We going to see the warden?”“I told you, I’m putting you back in your cage.” she retorted, keeping her eyes ahead of us.“Come on,.