"Oh Laura... that feels good," Ada sighed. "You're good at this."Laura said nothing. Her soapy hands finally, almost naturally, reached Ada's magnific...nt bottom, and she squatted in order to touch it more easily. She spread soap lather all over the firm, round, black moons, digging her fingertips a little more strongly into the resilient flesh. She heard a sharp, uncontrollable intake of air whistle past Ada's teeth.The shower water washed off the lather almost as quickly as Laura put it there,. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to think of himself as a female. He will be referred to as, "she," be given a female name, and will serve her master completely. A prison turnout's psychological and personal appearance will largely. It took months of waiting for the right moment, until one night when we stayed in town for the night. We went to a nightclub for a few drinks, It was packed and we stayed until the early hours of the morning, drinking vodka mixers all night. This is where i met Rob ( I don't know whether or not this is his real name), and noticed him checking out my wife. He was well groomed and looked clean. I approached him and asked what he thought of the blonde girl dancing in the corner. Rob said that he. Nicole had told her about her new lover and, to Rita’s surprise, had even given her the boy’s phone number. Rita, after thinking about it for a few days, called the boy, now he was there. She could hardly breathe. ‘Uh-huh,’ Stacey croaked, his eyes drinking her in. She was gorgeous! ‘Come in, Stacey,’ Rita said. ‘I’m Rita.’ ‘Ah…hi, Rita,’ Stacey said. The minute he was inside the room, the woman closed the door. Then she moved against him and put her arms around his waist. She tilted her head.