I swear, uncle.” I gave her an incredulous stare. “How can I believe you now after I find condoms in your bag?” She nearly began to cry. “I do...’t know, uncle, but I swear they aren’t mine!”“Well, we will see about that. Turn around and face the bed, lean over it and put your hands upon the mattress for me to know you haven’t used condoms.” I told her, getting excited already at the outcome. She obeyed me without question. I was her nothing. Once she was in position, I stepped forward and. I had never been in her house, or really anywhere besides school and the coffee shop with this girl, and didn't know what to expect. We stepped inside and I followed her to her room upstairs. She made a big fuss of making a pot of tea, picking out records and turning on the radio, getting all her french notes organized, making small talk about music and movies and bullshit. ...And then I don't know what happened. Suddenly we were on the floor, rolling around on the carpet, making out, her. When they got back to hers she invited him in for a coffee. He entered the house and she put the kettle on and went to get changed. When she re-entered the room she was wearing an sexy Police uniform and high heels and was brandishing a plastic truncheon. They kissed passionately before she took him to the bed room. Once inside the room she dropped to her knees and started to suck his cock. Apparently he was instantly hard and fully aroused and it wasn't long before he had her bent over staring. And wonders of wonders it even included a small strip of meat. Not that Jennifer was much of a meat eater but she realized that this was a much better meal than she had had the whole time she was here. She ate everything, being empty from the previous night's enema and sopped up the brown gravy with the roll. A cup of some sort of red liquid that was sweet completed the meal.Jennifer sat in her cell on the bed and was somewhat startled by the maid that came in with more food. The maid then.