"Why am I here?" she demanded.Hilary was sick of been abuse, dragged round, fucked like a piece of meat. She was a woman, a civilised woman and demand...d respect!She was alone. The Negro had left after securing the latest fuck-toy in her cell.The chain allowed Hilary to move around her cell but not to leave it. All there seemed to be was her bunk, a hole in the ground for a toilet and a tap for water. There was no bolt on the door to the cell but, with the chain, there was no need for one.Left. I kissed his shoulder then moved off the bed silently, grabbing a morning gown and belting it over my nakedness. I slipped out the room in need of something to drink. The apartment was in darkness still and I dared not put a light on for fear of waking up one of his drunk friends. We had a party last night and a few of the guys had wanted to spend the night and if I knew them, they would sleep just about anywhere there was space. I tiptoed toward the kitchen, my hands groping the wall trying to. He told her that Paul had left with their neighbor James and would be back in an hour. Jean wore a multicolored “tent” dress, a pull over that just hung loosely. It was one she had modified. It hung to only mid thigh. If she sat she exposed her cunt, if she wasn't very careful, any bend at all, showed her ass. It was actually a “play dress” modified for HS. It was convenient and it's colors hid wetness and cum. The panties she wore were special also. They were High Cut, one size larger than. She came in a few seconds, inviting me in with a touch on my arm. There was quite a bit more color in her face, and much more of a positive look, too ... She offered coffee, so I sat down and waited for it, while watching her work at the counter, in shorts and a thin top. When she turned around with the two cups, with eyes down, trying not to spill from either of them ... my eyes went straight toward two small points that were showing thru her blouse. So now I knew a little more about her body.