At the next stop, she moved away, back to the bench seat railing. The stop before mine she exited.For the next week I watched and experienced the same...dance twice daily. My attire was always basically the same, pants, shirt, and sport jacket, sometimes with tie, most often not. This was for work, after all. Her attire varied quite a bit, but basically was always made up of pants or shorts, with a tight top of some kind. Mornings, her perfume was heady, strong, almost over-powering. Afternoons,. After that, I'd be delighted to talk with you under better conditions and in better quarters. At that time, I'm Lacie – not Attorney Landers." She looked around the otherwise empty cellblock to be sure no one else had heard her acceptance, and flashed me a disarming smile.We chatted a little longer, until Detective Roux opened the door to the cellblock and came in carrying a key. He said, "Everything's been signed off, so we're releasing you. Just know that somewhere out there," he gestured. " Kinny checked the cameraon his console.No Piglet bandage. Kinny found it on the floor. He put it over thecamera.No glue. It fell off.He grunted. He stepped out of view of the camera and changed clothes.Kinny dropped the borrowed clothing into a laundry basket.He tried on the boy shorts. Why were they named boy shorts? And whyhad he expected something different?Bra, an Army tee shirt, oversized for Kinny. And overalls. Girlyenough for the cameras, but not so girly that Kinny felt. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me; having been aroused most of the day they went in quite smoothly, however, he brushed right past the g-spot and pushed and pushed until he couldn’t get his fingers any deeper. He began thrusting them in and out as fast as he could, fast and deep, fast and out; I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder moaning softly. Jace’s touch did give me some pleasure, albeit, not as much as when I masturbated – then, I’d had a lot more.