They were moaning quite loudlyand cumming quite a lot.They were even more beaten than me, bad marks everywhere and filthy.Looking at all this I needed...to cum, I had no ther goal in life but to cum and would do ANYTHING to get there. I also knew if i touched my cock i would be possibly beaten to death, so I crawled over to the other guy, my chain allowed me access to him. He tried to talk but cum oozed out of his mouth, so I KISSED HIM HARD, sucking up the cum in his mouth anf on his lips. we. One time, still dressed and right after I poured my Tequila, I peeked and he was already there, looking out his door holding a Lone Star beer in his hand. I kind of panicked, thinking I wanted to take advantage of it but I was still dressed! I just reacted and opened the door and walked out in my uniform sipping my Tequila.I opened the laundry doors and thought, Why not just undress here? Maybe I could be convincing. I set the shot glass on the dryer and took off my neck scarf and started to. The faucet handle worked, and a thin stream of water came out. Then the handle broke off completely. The water continued flowing. The sounds of splashing water on the concrete floor made me look under the sink, to where the rusted plumbing was allowing the water to run out into my cell. I watched as the trickle of water went across the floor of the cell and down into a drain in the corner. Great!I had to pee, so I unzipped my jumpsuit and pissed directly into the drain. I was going to reserve. We paid the fee and pulled into our assigned space.Mickey was ready to start making dinner when I stopped her and told her to pack a suitcase. She looked at me strangely, but did as I asked. I put what I needed into a separate case. We locked up the coach and went to the office, where I made some phone calls. Within a half hour, a cab pulled up and we got in. On the way to the strip, Mickey asked me what we were doing."I thought that you deserved to get out of the confines of the bus, and the.