I use to walk and come to my home. On the way to my home one day A aunty called me from an apartment, she was about 34-36-42 nice average and very sex.... I went up thing that she need something from shop. I knock the door of third floor, I hearted the voice that the door was open I pushed the door it was opened I went inside I saw the lady wearing light blue color nighty she didn’t were a bra and panty she was very sexy and her pink boobs were nicely visible with black nipples. She came near me. "Did you start feeling 'real good' after having some of that?" Ya...I guess? But let's go have fun?" I purr at Sara, then make a grabat her chest, "I always love these things...mine aren't that big...yet?But maybe soon?" I ponder and make a grab at mine again to compare thesize difference."Ayla! come here!" Nikki yells in a way out to the room, that everyoneknows something is wrong.Ayla runs over to them all, from her room just down the hallway "What?"She asks just getting there."Where in the. ."She slid my face back to her pussy. "Shhh, I know dear. I know. Focus on eating me."Adam pulled out of me and I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me, but seconds later the man I'd been stroking slid in and didn't waste time - he took over slamming me as well. She looked at him. "Hold your load for at least half an hour. Until then, pound her into tripe." Looking back at me she said, "You've got to get used to this." With my left hand now free, I slid two fingers into her pussy as I sucked. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to think of himself as a female. He will be referred to as, "she," be given a female name, and will serve her master completely. A prison turnout's psychological and personal appearance will largely.