My panties fell from my thighs and pooled around my ankles."Fuck me, Steve!" I yelled, getting louder with every thrust. "Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me...like your little whore!"My screams of pleasure had obviously attracted attention because suddenlymy cell door opened and Carmel squeezed through the full-length curtainsand came into my workroom. She was dressed elegantly in a bone businesssuit, lashings of makeup, blonde bob, black patent leather high heelpumps and gold accessories. Her taupe. She then lowered her head and herself onto the first rung of the ladder. She sat with her head even with my waist, her hands still on my side. I looked at her, trying to figure what she was thinking, what was going through her mind. I wasn’t sure what I should do, so I did nothing but watch her quietly. I was about to step away when she moved her right hand from off my side and slid it along the elastic band of my running shorts. Her hand stopped at the front of my shorts and moved down. I. Even though I knew it would leave a mark, I didn't protest, simply accepting this further evidence of this black man's dominance over me.I watched as Jay's body relaxed slowly on mine. I could feel his sweat dripping onto me as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Jay's cock was still up inside me but only softened part way. Still I watched as he raised his head and looked at me in the mirror. He flashed me a grin of superiority and flexed some muscles, making his cock twitch inside me. He. She could have shrugged it off or just laughed, but she said, "Oh, one of those kinds of dreams." She moved in closer, pressing herself against me. "You sure you want to wait to tell me til later?" Now, under most circumstances, I would have caved, but I wanted to see how far I could push it, so I knew I'd need a take or two in her, and it was still morning and she had work soon. "Yeah, let's wait until tonight."All day, I thought about how best to approach it, and when she got back from work.