I yanked up Kyrsten’s dress. She had no panties. She yelped and tried to pull it back down.“Whoops,” I said.Cocoa’s eyes bulged as he walked b...ckwards to the audio system to turn on some music.I was breathing into her ear and groping her buttocks. She was moaning into me grabbing at my chest and my belly and my erection.“The stuff,” I ordered next.“What the fuck, man?” Cocoa said.“She’s a strung-out crack whore,” I said.“Ha,” Kyrsten said, playing along. “I’m hurtin’, baby!”I grabbed her by her. I was walking on the cellblock the other day, just eyeballing all the sexy Caucasian prison Queens being displayed by their black and Third World pimps. One big muscular El Salvadoran bugarron had his little Caucasian sissy wear a pair of ripped, butt baring short-shorts, so skimpy that every crack of "her" asspussy was clearly visible,!" "She" also had a black G-string pulled way up "her" ass and high on "her" hips. "Her" legs were smooth, white, and skinny - very sexy legs! "Her" pimp really. Startling herself with that thought, she surreptitiously scanned all the women at the big table. Even Margaret, although maybe a little older, is very pretty. I've never seen this many gorgeous women in one room. I feel like I'm so plain around these women. But the girls did my hair nice, and the pants and blouses they bought me are expensive. But I'm not in the same league as these rich people... Helen winked at Alesha and grinned. Somehow, that made her feel better. Then Diana went into a. I have a week’s leave approved. Can we stay here tonight to simplify the transport?”“Dave that may not be a good idea. We’ve a sex show planned for later. Also, I don’t think we’ve a single set of night clothes in the house.”He looks at me, saying, “No wonder everyone goes about smiling so much. I can take Petra upstairs during the show, if you want.”Looking at him I say, “I’ll raise it with the family after dinner.”Getting inspiration I call out, “Sarai, my love, do we have any proper night.