“What in the heck did these two hotties have planned for tonight,” I thought. I greeted Ginny with a hug and a kiss, and complimented her sultry a...pearance. She thanked me, and then I offered to pull her car in the garage and bring her things in, and she graciously accepted. When I was done, I went out to the patio and fired up the grill, and then put the twice-baked potatoes on. Not long after Ginny was settled in, I poured us all a glass of wine, and we chatted for a bit. In conversation I. I would read the paper or just dream about the outside.At lockdown, that guard would escort me from my cell.Usually to the showers or another closed off section of my cell block.Then I would be raped by the gang.After two weeks, I wasn’t really thinking of it rape anymore.By now, I was a willing participant and in a totally different frame of mind.Gone was the strong minded jock that would look down and sneered at sissy guys.The gang had broken me and changed me and my mind set.*Saturday*On. But then she worried about what to wear in the meantime so I took her into the next room where we had a stack of donated clothing set out. I explained that it was all donated and she could either borrow some stuff to wear while her clothes were being washed or she could keep it. That was up to her. Then I gave her some new underwear, still in its polybag. We didn’t want that back, I told her, and we both giggled again.Alyssa opened the bag and breathed in the smell from the open pack.She saw me. Katrina had never been so aroused as she was during the tryst, and never so satisfied as she was after. This was a whole new avenue of pleasure that she had never even thought about before, and it excited her to discover that she could feel this way. The whole day all she’d been able to think about was pussy, and she couldn’t wait for her next chance to fuck a girl.Katrina looked down at her friend; she’d always known that Kelly was beautiful, but never realized that she could feel the kind of.