We were in close quarters, as she stood between my stool and the bar rail. She giggled and flirted through our conversation, before reaching into the ...ront pocket of her jeans and nonchalantly taking out a tube of lip gloss. She casually applied it as we chatted. Moments later, Lacey leaned in and gently placed her lips on mine; the tips of our tongues tangled briefly and I tasted the scented strawberry gloss as they parted. I reached up slowly and my fingertips traced down the front of her. ..the hunger that feeds me. I lie down between my lovers, waiting...and they do not disappoint. First hands, then mouths envelope me with kisses and touches and lips on skin. One at my breast...one between my legs....feeding on their goddess...fingers slipping inside me....teeth grazing my nipples as they're being sucked....tongue probing my sweet pussy. My monster, so eager to please, to taste the honey flowing from his goddess. An expert at his craft, within minutes he has coaxed a river. At the same time I became conscious that my hand and arm movements were causing my own blouse to rub over my own nipples as I wasn’t wearing a bra. This feeling coupled with Julie's low moaning started to make me feel strangely aroused. The more I watched Julie’s breasts rise and fall, the harder my nipples got.It felt strange yet somehow especially nice; wrong yet delightful. As far as I knew I wasn’t a lesbian but I was getting really turned on. Slowly, deliberately I changed my movements so. I crawled off the bunk, meeting her at the steel bars."I tried my best Ginny. Just got the wrong judge. I had to come down here to give you some free advice. How's everything going so far?" I've been here less that an hour Helen," I said exasperated. "I'm sorry. It's alright so far. I know this isn't your fault. If it doesn't get any worse than this I can stand it." It will get worse," Helen said sincerely. "I defend clients in here on a daily basis. I know what transpires in this place. I.