He rammed his long fat cock into my pussy in one plunge. He began fucking me wildly. He hung onto my voluptuous hips and pounded my pussy like a madma...n. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and sucking the back of my neck and ear. My back arched of it's own accord. I pushed me ass hard into him taking all 10 inches without complaint. I barely noticed the sound of his stomach hitting my big ass or his balls slamming against my wet slit. I grabbed my own titties and began pinching my nipples. I let my thumb play with her hand a little. She let me until the prayer ended then snatched it away, avoiding my eyes. Then she showed me to my room in the dormitory. Strangely enough, all of the male inmates were kept separate from us. You would think they would want us to mix, wouldn’t you? All of us quarantined together doesn’t make a lot of sense for what they were trying to achieve. But I don’t suppose those types ever think things through. I got my first look at the other girls. She returned the smile and replied, “I’m glad to meet you, doctor.” Wendy Sherman donned a pair of wire rimmed glasses and scanned the first several pages of June’s file. “It says here that your divorced,” Wendy said. “Did that have anything to do with your condition?” June lowered her eyes and with head bowed replied, “I’m afraid so, doctor, Tom just couldn’t take it any more, and who could blame him!” “Were you able to have regular sex with him?” Wendy asked. “I guess it depends on your. Look how stiff my nipples are. That's because I get so horny showing off in front of you. I bet my pussy is really wet, too." She grabbed the sides of her skimpy panties and pulled them down. Her pubes were full, but trimmed neatly at the sides. "You really must learn to curb your exhibitionistic tendencies," I told her, with as much conviction as I could muster. "Mmmmm, it is really wet," she said, running her fingers over the pink lips of her vagina. "Wanna feel?" "No, I do not!" I lied..