I didn’t question it or issue any new pretexts. I just kept pacing my fingers working on her little bald pussy. In a little while I felt her hand sn...ke backwards into my shorts. She was stroking my cock. It isn’t that long to boast about. But for her little cunt it was monstrous enough. Her hands that could barely wrap around them made my cock seem too fat, long and veiny for her to accommodate. It was slimy with all the pre-cum. She stroked it a few more times and drew back her hands. I was. Steve growled in my ear: "Ok girl, you know what to do. We ain't got all day so get him off quick!" and pushed me over to the barred cell.I set my resolve and pressed myself against the bars looking into the gloom of the cell. Bobby was a big man with hard muscles and strong wide shoulders. He was shirt-less and his heavily tattooed torso gleamed in the dark. He came up close to the bars of the cell and dropped his shorts.I reached out through the bars to take hold of his phallus and he knocked. I don't want to havea 'winkle'." I paused. "I want to have a 'twinkle'."Mum smiled and sat down next to me wiping my eyes with a tissue, "Don'tcry my sweet dear Catherine. We'll see what we can do."I looked at my mother. "Catherine?" It's the name I would have called you if you had been born a girl. Nowup the stairs to bed young lady. Tomorrow we are going shopping for yournew wardrobe."Christmas came,I'm sitting here before the Christmas tree holding a Teddy bear Ireceived from my Grandmother.. ”“Your record isn’t exactly pure, Penny.”“I know. But Pete and I have no secrets now,” I lied. “I couldn’t let you fuck me again unless he agreed and I can’t see that happening, can you?”There was silence at the other end of the line before he spoke in what I suspect he intended to be a threatening voice but which to me sounded only awkward.“And the baby’s father? There’s no way she’s Pete’s child...” he left the words hanging.“I think you’re a better man than to make trouble over that.”There.