All the windows in the cell doors were closed but the prisoners knew that I had arrived as they started to hoot and holler.The 8x4 cell was designed a...ong the same lines as my old cell: straw mat, hole toilet, water hose. The prisoner was a well-built 26 year old. He clearly spent his time exercising. He wore a pair of tattered boxer shorts and no shirt. I had expected him to be completely naked. The boxers were barely clinging to him but he wore them anyway.He said nothing for several minutes. You're not interested in guys anyway, are you? I thought you were here to cruise the girls."That was true for the most part but the idea of going into LBD mode with Ellie May had grabbed my purse. "It's something new," I said."Yeah, for you it will be," She looked as though she were going to say something else but she just smiled and waved us on.Fifteen minutes later we turned down Elly May's suburban street. Her face clouded over immediately. "What's the matter?" Umm... my wife's here." Is. The effect was almost instantaneous.“OH FUCK! CUMMMMMMMING!” she cried.The shudders that ran through her body were more intense this time. I stopped spanking her ass as they subsided but kept up my relentless fucking rhythm.“That’s good. Enough,” she whispered.“Not yet,” I said as I upped my pace another notch.Clare whimpered as I continued to pound her pussy hard. I started to spank her right ass cheek. Ten seconds or so later it had the desired effect.“GOD! I’M CUMMING AGAAAAIN!” Clare. “Real food. Anything but frozen pizza.”Hunting through the overfilled fridge, I excavated two thick pork chops and set about cooking.Through the kitchen window, light was fading. Rain fell in a steady drizzle yet the temperature was still hot, air suffocating. With pork on the cast iron grill, I opened slatted kitchen windows and turned on the ceiling fan hoping for air circulation.When we sat down to eat, Rory tilted her head and studied me. Eventually, I asked, “What is it?”“Where’s the.