"What do you do?" I deal in law," he said vaguely. He laughed suddenly. "We really don't know anything about each other; do we?" There wasn't exactly ...ny opportunity to get acquainted last time; was there?" What do you do? What puts you on this train every Friday?" I do computers with a friend," she said promptly. "We do work for several of the smaller companies, some of them are still living in the dark ages though," she smiled."Friend? Was that the girl I saw you with, last time?" Yes. That. This was everything I ever wanted. I masturbated about this for years. Her big beautiful breasts mashed up against my hard chest, my hands on her thin hips.And finally she was kissing me all over. Her tongue tasted every part of my face, my mouth, my nose, my ears, my forehead. Her hands exploredf every part of my body.We both confessed that we dreamt about this moment for years.She bent down to pull down my pants. My cock sprang free and hit her on the forehead. My pre-cum dribbled on her. Alone in my cell I’d practised taking small steps, so despite the shortness of the manacles my walk to the post wasn’t clumsy or stumbling. I suppose it looked feminine, but I remained upright and steady; the guards had no need to support me or suppress struggles. I wondered what Ms Takamitsu had in store, and then asked myself why I hadn’t considered the question earlier. I suppose my mind had shied away from it, though why would a castration fantasist not imagine its own. ” I put my free hand under her chin and tilted her face up so I cold kiss her. Her lips were warm and soft. I let go of her chin and hand and scooped her up, carrying her to my bed where I lay her down gently. She scooted over and I lay down next to her. The moon shining in the window was our only light. Nina pulled me closer to her and I wrapped my upper arm over her. “I feel nervous like a young girl,” she giggled. “I feel like a college guy with his first girlfriend.” “I am not a western.