In my fields, public parks, woods, beach, river, etc.At work?Every room in the house? YesIn a car while traveling along the interstate? Yes, sometimes...when I'm driving and sometimes when other person drivesWhat do you fantasize about when you play:A significant other? NoA friend? YesA friend's spouse? YesA stranger? YesA co-worker? YesA member of the same sex? Sometimes, not too oftenA member of the opposite sex? Most timesA past lover? Yes, especially family membersWhat position do you play. "We can't take much longer," John said in his sexy alto voice. "I want togo to that Barry Hotter premier tonight. They are giving away the bestseats to the people with the best costumes." John made a move as he spokeattempting to form some kind of a defense.Greg grinned and moved one of his pieces into a more aggressive positionand grinned like a cat at a mouse. "You planning on going as that cuteyfrom the movie?"John tried to hide a smile as he moved another piece across the board."Well, I. I couldn’t hold anything back. At that point, I really did feel light-headed. My entire body shook and trembled. I dug my fingertips into Alex’s muscular shoulders. I leaned forward, placing my head on his chest. That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up, my head resting on his shoulder, and Alex massaging my back. His cock was still inside of my pussy, which was a terrible mess. His cum was everywhere. My entire body ached. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “No apologies,” Alex whispered back.. He would lock the floor gate and go downstairs to bullshit with the other guards. They were supposed to lock the dayroom and cell doors before they left, but they hardly ever did. During that time I had to suck cock and get laid by every guy who paid my pimp. There wasn't anything too nasty for me to do as far as these inmates were concerned. I had to eat out guy's asses, lick their toes, swallow their cum - whatever.There was a guy in our block, every block has one, who runs the show - a shot.