»Then take off your jumper! Let's take a shower!«, I suggest, but the only thought of that seems to frighten her. »Don't be so sheepish!«, I say, ...pen my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My hairy chest doesn't impress her much but as I pull the promised Fifty out of my pocket she straightens her back: »If you really want!«, she sniffs like a mouse. I'm the snake, and she sits in my trap, ready to be comsumed! With a big tug I pull the bloddy jumper over her head, shame about her dirty shirt. With a sigh, the girl dumps the rest of the slop into the trough for the hogs.She looks over the fence at the piglets. They were born only weeks ago, so they are still cute little creatures trapped in a small place, looking out to the world beyond that is just out of reach, much like her. She thinks of Charlotte’s Web and that little pig Wilbur. He managed to live happily in his little world, but Emily Elizabeth isn’t like Wilbur. She can never be happy staying stuck in hers. She pushes off the. He was thrusting hard and I loved it when he banged against my clit, crushing it with the force of his pounding. I put my leg down to stop myself from falling over but this restricted how far in he could go and stopped the rubbing against my clit. We paused for a moments rest and I said would he like to take me from behind, doggy style, He was happy to take me in any position as his rampant cock showed and so he pulled out. I turned around and bent over presenting him with my crinkly bum-hole. Doing her best to cover herself, she turns around and is surprised to see her savior. Brutus, the quiet giant of the prison that all gangs seem to respect and leave alone. For one good reason: he is huge. Over 7 feet tall and nearly as wide, big hands and made of muscles. His skin is a dark chocolate, smooth but also intimidating. Nonetheless, he keeps to himself mostly. Picks no fights with anyone and so, no one is dumb enough to pick a fight with him.Except this one. Before their guard is.