The gay guys kept touching my bare legs, or sliding their hands to touch my ass cheeks, knowing I couldn't stop them without everybody seeing my rock ...ard cock.I guess some guys complained to the guards when they would walk by, because eventually the guards came in and saw me like that, still coated in cum, cock hard, holding it in my hands. They took me out of my cell, and brought me to another cell, just as overcrowded, but right away I could tell there was a difference. I guess they. The swish of my stocking encased thighs resounds in my ears as I make my way through the silent hallway past offices praying that one of them holds a presence. Just one person would stop me from doing this insane act. But, to my chagrin, there is no one. It's just me.....and you.I stop at my office long enough to throw my purse on my desk and glance at the clock. 5:45am. Who am I kidding? I knew what I was doing. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. My stomach grows queasy as I. She tries to unzip my pants but I move my legs just enough to block her. I’m enjoying having the power at the moment.My hand roves further under her top pulling the bra down so that her left breast is bare beneath the material. I cup her breast and stroke around the nipple, just touching it – stroking the edge before brushing the tip with the coarse skin on the tip of my thumb. The other hand has slowly edged its way up way under her skirt so that I can feel the edge of her panty. My hand is. At some point we agreed to see a movie together, just as friends, but somehow we wound up making out in the theater. Apparently she liked me a lot more than she'd let on. I guess she thought it was cool that I had my own place and all that. Anyway, it took off from there. Pretty soon we were seeing each other constantly. And within three weeks we'd gone all the way, which was quite a big deal back then." That was around 1985?" I asked, counting a back from Charlotte's birthday in.