Or almost so. The first attempt at motion brought her attention to a feeling of cold metal between her legs -- something was inside her. Not deep, mer...ly pressed against her vagina, like a smooth oval just penetrating between her lips. She was shackled at the wrists, but there didn't seem to be any chains binding her to the cell, nor even her hands to each other. Still, a wave of sickness washed through her as she rose to her feet. With unsteady steps, she walked to the cell door. The thing. I felt my penis start to engorge and I could not stop my self from rubbing it a bit. When I finished her back I knelt down and started to massage her gorgeous butt, doing figure eights around each cheek then down the crack. Linda seemed to be enjoying it and she spread her legs apart a little bit, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy. Just from looking at her vagina I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing. I decided to be a little bold so on my next figure eight around her butt. It didn’t matter. I just needed to run. It was a possible life and death matter. I’d deal with being naked later, when required. Surely I could find a cop or somebody to help me.For some very strange reason I was overcome with a great desire to learn what fucking was and how to do it. Something told me it was my salvation. My penis was agreeing. I could tell by the way it felt. I was learning I could talk to it and get a response. But how would I find out how to fuck without Lilly? I didn’t. I’d always been partial to Soraya wearing my clothes. It seemed Sia had inherited her mother’s taste in male haute couture.“Here ya go,” she announced, placing a plate in front of me and another at her place.I inspected the scrambled eggs and toast while she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Small, green slivers in the eggs told me she’d added chopped chives. The first bite was delicious, rich creamy eggs with a hint of onion bursting in my mouth. I added a bite of only slightly burnt.