I pack some weed in and start to smoke. I look at her and said " what are you waiting for I wanna see a show" she says " what do you mean" I stopped g...t up opened the door and slapped her. "you better know what I mean bitch or I swear I will hit you harder than that." I walk out and close the cell and sit back down, I resume my smoking. She lays on the floor and nervously starts to rub herself. My cock twitched and I took a hit and blew the hit right into her face. I then pulled my shorts down. This time, the older man surprised Josh by wrapping his arm around his shoulder—something he'd never done while he and Becky were dating."I assume Susan explained about Becky?" he asked, not elaborating."Yeah, it seems she doesn't want anything to do with me," Josh lamented. "She thinks this is some elaborate ploy to win her back." It's not, is it?" Jonathon asked, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. Before Josh could respond, he continued. "No, of course it isn't. I hadn't thought you'd try. And then she turned to me. "You're going to do whatever Professor Rogers wants, right?" I looked from one to the other but didn't speak. "Aren't I right, Miss Flemming?" There was annoyance in her voice."Yes," I said softly with my eyes lowered."I mean anything," Joan said. "Whatever he wants. He can fuck you or get a blowjob or anything. Isn't that right, Miss Flemming?" Her tone was condescending."Yes," I said louder, but with my eyes still downcast."Do you believe me now, Professor Rogers?"I. I locked on to her eyes with mine. I bore down into the very depths of her soul, watching her cum, watching her, watching me as she did. She stared at me, for a moment as though unseeing, unable to comprehend what it was she was feeling, sensing... experiencing. As she came, I smiled. Our eyes still locked together; her smile a far more twisted, contorted expression of submission and finally surrender. Her eyes began to close again; though it was obvious she fought against doing so."No Maggie,.