In the morning I woke up to discover that Sarah was the one who had come home and got into bed with us.I tried to get up to go and have a pee without ...aking either Sarah or Slut, but Slut woke up.“What time is it? Where are you going?”“It's early yet. I have to have a pee. Go back to sleep for a bit longer.”“Sarah's here. When did she come home?”“I think it was late. I was too sleepy to look at the clock.”When we all woke up and got together for breakfast, Sarah explained:“I wanted to make sure. I knew what she liked, and was happy to give it to her. A little flick, then a kiss, a nibble, then a long lick. Then settle down down to a steady rhythm, broken by occasional dips into her pussy with my tongue. I could feel her weight shifting as she moved her arms, and as I glanced up her body I could see that she was tweaking her nipples. I brought my hand round and slid two fingers inside her. That made her lift her knees and start panting, so I carried on licking her clit and fingering. Gullah, naturally, was in charge of the white guys.It was a fairly low-security prison and for the most part, the prisoners were well behaved. There were no ‘lifers’ in their section, and guys mostly just wanted to do their time and fuck off.Pedro and Lafayette always ogled the beautiful JP salaciously, but with Gullah around it was done in a very subtle fashion. It was generally known that Gullah had formerly been an MMA fighter and had a reputation for being a deadly combatant.As Gullah’s. His blue eyes stare back at him from the small mirror his blond hair is muddled as always, despite your efforts. After putting on a t-shirt and jeans, he rubs his eyes, trying to clear the lethargy of his mind that seemed to have fallen on him over the last few days. As he stumbles groggily down the stairs, he glances at the calendar hanging on the wall opposite the bottom of the stairs. Saturday, January 9th; it?s his 22nd today, he?s hoping for a fun day.As he?s entering the kitchen, he sees.