Lisa and I slept late, rousing when the
table, chairs, and the morning meal were brought into my cell. I was still
laying on her when I awoke, feeling Lisa's secret squeezing of my cock that she
had recaptured in her pussy. I felt wonderful, laying in her while I came to
wakefulness. Her efforts were rewarded to overflowing with my semen.
Lisa's giggle when she felt my discharge in
her, gave the game away. But I followed Lisa's lead, and the soft teasing of
the others was short lived. Lisa winked as she pushed me from her, and our
conspiracy was sealed. I arose, then offered my hand to help her stand, while the
others waited by the table. Lisa led me to my place, seated me then moved to
her place. The meal began as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
No one noticed the smell of sex in the poorly
circulated air of the cell, or Lisa's nudity. Her breasts shown of sweat, and
her hair was tousled. Her cheeks shone of an inner heat and her eyes were slow,
glassy, and smiling. Lisa looked every bit like a woman who had just been well
fucked. Lana and the others noticed all these things too, and one by one in
some way indicated their approval. During breakfast, I concluded being a
prisoner of these women might be enjoyable, if I simply made myself available,
and made sure they were as pleased with me as Lisa obviously was.
I finally shook off the pleasant day dreams
and turned my attention to the food before me, eating with gusto, and the
pleasure of living for the first time since coming to this lonely, forgotten,
cell.
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