He looked at M staring at the thing, M seemed mesmerized. Every now and again, M would look up and their eyes would meet. As M did this, he would bi...e his lower lip playfully or lick his lips in anticipation. The girls on the video were now making out and sucking tongues, J was watching the movie, they could both hear the moaning and it drove them crazy.“What kind of things do you think about us doing?” M asked, watching J tense up as he ran his fingertips gently over his best friend’s legs. I was taken aback. "Um, no. I like women."She seemed to consider this for a moment. "But have you ever wondered whatsex might be like from the woman's perspective? A gay man would havecloseidea."I didn't know how to respond, but Kelly simply smiled and rubbed my legwith her foot under the table. "You're not homophobic are you?"I shook my head. "No. It's just not my thing."She smiled at me and rubbed her foot up and down my calf as our foodarrived.It must have been the drugs she gave me later,. Her puddle was growing and approaching where she squatted. She began to cry as the fluid circled her feet and began to soak the lower legs of the jumpsuit. She stank. Everyone would know. She cried harder as she pulled up her panties and then the jumpsuit.She sat back on her bunk. This time both her cellmates hugged her and whispered soothing words. Her cries turned to giant sobs. The blond began to kiss her softly on one cheek. The older woman did the same. They stroked her back and cried with. And Belle shuddered at the hideous impact of the words. This was the fate most dreaded by all the slave-girls of Quireme. But it was never escaped by those who were fit and strong, tall and well-built. As Belle was. Very much so. She had an almost irrepressible urge to fling herself at Madame Vesta’s booted feet and beg and plead for escape. But, not only was she aware that it would be quite useless, but it was sure to earn her a thrashing. Once, long ago now it seemed, she had pleaded.