Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t a holiday camp. Who wants to be locked up in a cell all night, and during the day to monitored on everything you did....Most of the inmates were ok; they just wanted to do their time and get out. You also had the once that wanted to control the prison. Most of the inmates had to pay these groups or gangs. They called it protection money. I was lucky no one ever asked me for protection money. I believe this is due to my cell mate Barry.Barry was inside for life. He. I bought all that I needed after approached home only to meet Fatima as she is also coming back from evening jogging. We greeted casually and I fell in step with her, she asked me what I was carrying and I told her. As we approached the staircase, I had an idea. I closed the door, dropped my bag and grabbed her hand bringing her to me suddenly. Her eyes widened in shock as she realised what I was about to do. She started resisting telling me her husband is home and that one of the neighbours. I spread my legs to give her more access and she got the hint. She dripped warm oil down my crack and started to run her finger between my cheeks and grazing my asshole. Once that started, my cock was rock hard and she used her other hand to gently touch the underside of my shaft, roll her fingertips around my head, and slowly massage my balls. I moaned every time her finger passed over my asshole and she started to rub the entry with her oiled up finger. I lifted my hips up off the table just. We danced three straight without saying a word to each other. We stood almost eye-to-eye with her high heals on which would put her about two or three inches shorter that me without them. Her blond hair was up with curls hanging down that made her look elegant. She wore a long black gown that fit her slender figure perfectly and touched the floor. Her shoulders were bare and the light cent of her perfume filled the air. She was every bit as beautiful as Sue was, as I predicted she would be when.