I was kinda worried, and Dustin looked even more so.As we enter county, we are finger printed and booked. I started wondering if something had got out...about us letting Joey hang with us. We walked down the hallway, past the commons, and were immediately shoved into a cell. The clanging of the steel bars slamming shut sent a shudder up my spine---this was for real, and had no idea what was wrong. There were several dudes already in the cell, so Dustin and me took a bunk---I told him to just get. ‘No… I haven’t had any luck so far. I don’t know what happened to that Bengali girl. I think she moved to Kolkata.’ I responded. ‘No pretty girls in your office?’ Swati persisted. ‘Well, actually the receptionist cum telephone operator is quite pretty, very sexy in fact.’ I said. ‘Wow! What’s the problem then?’ Swati asked, wide eyed. ‘She is already married.’ I told her. ‘God, Sameer! You seem to have a talent for falling for married girls!’ Swati laughed out. ‘Of course not! I haven’t fallen. . During the afternoon I switched my panties in the toilet and I was ready for the afternoon. Imagine it like this: jeans, short t-shirt just covering the belt and underneath some nice lace, when bending over it sure is noticeable... It made me hot but, I was a bit cautious.So after work I went to the shop in the hope to bend over much in the neighbourhood of some nice women, but that didn't happen... Anyone suggestions how to do it?That evening I went to a concert and changed my clothes a but,. I never had put a condom on last night; surely it must be here somewhere. I never found any.I lie back down in the bed and started to masturbate. I desperately wanted to see her again. I thought about one of my standard fantasies, brought myself almost to orgasm then stopped and looked around to see an empty room.Maybe it was because it was daytime?I started to get out of bed, when I recalled her words from last night: “Think of me, Robert”I lie back down and began to masturbate again, this.