I reached with my hands and grabbed her low on her butt cheeks. I pulled and locked her hips into position, lifting her up for better penetration and ...eparating her labia and butt cheeks. And then I began to pound her.Swift, full thrusts, exactly what both of us were yearning for. Melanie whimpered in her pleasure. She once confided to me she has a favorite fantasy in this position, being a heifer and locked into a mating pen, having an aroused bull find her and shaft her, being helpless under. I started fondling her breasts through her night gown, but I wanted to feel the flesh of her breasts. I grabbed her night gown and pulled it off all the way. She was now fucking me back without meaning to (I would find out later.) With my right hand I grabbed her tit and fondled it gently. I felt that she had nipples that were as big as erasers, and were just as hard. Her mocha colored skin was so beautiful that it made her intoxicating. She still kept saying my name and moaning with each. The prisoner had been conscious for a while, but Vincent hadn’t spoken to him. When he and Ty stood in front of the man, he looked at them in fear.They both knew they had developed a reputation that if they got on your trail, you would end up in prison. But the young man’s fear seemed irrational. Ty said, “What’s your name?”Ty’s gift had gotten to the stage that few could even try to lie to him anymore. Even women found that they would blurt out straight answers and couldn’t even tell him. She lived ina room in my house, she ate with me, and never wanted to go out. Wewould sit together and read. Sometimes there was something that we couldboth watch on TV, such as a major gold tournament. She would spend justa small amount of money buying some clothes on line and dressing in herroom. Otherwise she was saving money towards medical procedures.I was sure that she did not go out because she was worried about whatpeople might think. I did say to her that she should perhaps try.