He jerked his eyes back up. She was watching him. She knew what he had just been looking at."Sorry," he said.She smiled. "I was talking about them. I ...can't blame you for looking. Now you." I can't think of anything," he mumbled."Yes you can. Be right back. You think about it while I'm gone."He watched her walk away and his eyes followed the rise and fall of her buttocks. She was barefoot, but her cheeks still lifted a couple of inches with each step she took. He realized she had a really nice. M., he decided to go back to the general area. The sassy man switched. He heard random convicts calling out at him. “Look at dat ass,” one yelled. Another scowled, “I’ma fuck dat bitch ass!” Tony began to run. He made it back to his cell uns**thed. He sat quietly on his bunk afraid to go outside of it. He inquired of his cellmate, “Do you know Damon. I owe him some stuff.” “I know who he is honey,” replied the brunette white sissy. “He stay two cells down on the left. He don’t get down. Trust. Julia asked them, "Is Friday's date planning under control?" I listened carefully, because I hadn't heard a word about what it was going to be, and I was getting curious now.Several of them spoke at once, all saying variations of, "Everything's fine," which was less than informative.I asked, "I haven't heard what the date is yet? Is it a secret, or something?" We'd rather not say," was the consensus answer. One girl added, "We're fairly confident you'll like it, even though it's hard to think. He massaged my belly and the pressure to release built rapidly. When it was certain I coul hold out no more, he led me by the cock clamp to a bathroom, and still holding my cock up, had me sit and release the enema. Doing so made me try to pee, but the clamp shut it off making a weird sensation. There was a hose set up and he used it to wash off my butt flushed away the mess and led me by the cock back out to the place where I got the enema. There he helped me lay on my back, put my spreader.