“Where am I?”“Shush!” Belinda hissed.“Who are you? What happened?” the new voice said.“Be quiet,” Frieda whispered. “We'll explain...”There was a lot of whispering, and then the new voice said, “But, I'm not a nun. I'm not even Catholic. I didn't sign up for this. I'm out.” She rattled the cell door. “Guard?”I opened my own cell door and turned on the dim light in the hallway. “Be quiet.”“What the hell are you supposed to be?” the nun gasped.“That's Igor,” Belinda said.“Incredible. Captain of the football and track team. Hehad laid every cheer leader and most of the pom pom girls by his senior year. Footballhad just ended and there was a party at the beach Friday night. Mike didn't need a date,would pick up one there and fuck her on the sand. Didn't care if she was a freshman orsenior he get fucked that night. The party was going strong when he got there. Lots of girls and lots of beer. Ofcorse he didn't bring beer, just take some from any cooler he saw. It was. ”Mortification and fear warred on Jude’s face. The light touch of makeup couldn’t prevent me from reading her every expression.Kate pulled her bestie off me and glanced back, “Oh!”Kate dragged Jude out of the room. I waited until the coast was clear and looked down. Two distinct wet spots, one large one along the shaft, and one just beginning at the tip. One from her and one from me.A full half hour of her rubbing along that tiny pussy against my shaft was a trial of the gods. Why she persisted. I have collared his cock, labelled it as mine and I want to taste its sweet cum before once again having to fill my mouth with faux Italian bread.I stride back to him, my eyes fixed on his throbbing cock, my mouth filling with saliva, juices dribbling down my inner thigh and soaking the tops of my stockings. Like the good boy I want him to be, he waits; reddened, panting, his eyes hooded, his manhood protruding resplendently before him.I step into him, push my body against his, allow my skirt.