No telling what might be happening in those crampedlittle two person cells. She kept track of the dykes and made their lives hell.She didn't like comp...tition. Dawson yanked Anita's blanket down and shined her flashlight in her face.Startled and disoriented, she blinked and covered her eyes. Dawson slappedher hands away from her face and ordered her to get up and dress. Anita's cellmatesat up in her bunk. Dawson ordered her to lie down and close her eyes. Thewoman complied. She didn't know what. I got her to move at a pace that I liked, which was faster than she had been using earlier for her own pleasure. I was amazed at Cindy’s stamina and fitness: she rode me without any complaints or seemingly lack of energy. Apparently only her own climax would stop this amazing fuck. Now that she had learned the pace, I couldn’t resist massaging her firm tits and hard nipples while she fucked me. Her blue eyes were burning wanton lust as she looked at me, watching for signs of my enjoyment. I. I could feel hundreds more all around me, and in fact that was all I could feel. It was like the whole world was just a bunch of pickles. But even if it was, I had to find Joey. Pickled or not, he had to have been seriously injured for me to have felt it like that.As I continued to assess the situation, I glanced at the time and was startled to find it was already a little after two in the afternoon. My class had started at noon, meaning I had been a pickle for more than an hour.Scanning the. Freaking out by this point, I quickly deleted all the messages and triedto calm down, but I couldn't stop shaking. Deep down I feared that I wasgoing to be blackmailed or humiliated or something worse. Deep down Ifeared that my weekend binge would eventually cost me my job, my friendsand might even force me to move to another town if there were more photosout there.I was actually at the point of tears when the phone rang and ourreceptionist told me that Herr Schmidt was waiting in the.