(away from the guards of course!) She keeps it in awaterproof bag, she doesn?t like her phone to stink ofme. Buthey, perhaps I?d better explain how I...came to be in this hell hole. Firstly,never ever let your boyfriend dump stolen gear in yourapartment, then scarper leaving you to take the heat. Three years, that?s whatthey gave me for handling. I tell you six months ago I was full of myself, ?being pretty hadgot me most of what I wanted, long blonde hair and blue eyes, nice pair oftits, but I. “I don’t have much time,” she said sternly, leaning back against the edge of the sink. She didn’t explain and I didn’t care. She lifted a delicate high-heeled foot and set it on one of the shelves near the sink, making her skirt ride up, exposing a perfect white lacy thong. “Get on your knees. Now.” The tone in her voice let me know she wanted to be in total control. I wasn’t about to argue! I got down in front of her and kissed her ever so gently right square in the middle of her thong. She. But she commanded my attention, all right. Even as sexy as Allison looked, even with all I felt about her, how could I possibly take my eyes away from the show that Donna and her body were putting on? And she knew I was looking. She caught my eye and flashed me an impish grin, full of the life and energy that made her so appealing. But Allison finally caught my eye as well, and with her lips pressed together she managed to convey a signal too."Not so fast," it said.So I somehow found a way to. She had other plans!We planned it all out, she dressed up in black stockings, suspenders, a leather collar and bunny mask, she covered this all with loose fitting joggers and a hoody. We got to the club on a bisexual Saturday evening and the nerves kicked in for her."It'll be fine" I said, "no one will recognize you and we will just stick with each other".We got out and walked in, payed the entrance fee and headed straight for the locker room. We both stripped off as I attached the lead to her.