"What do you want to buy a drink for Chico for? If you owe him money or something, you'd be better off just leaving, you know what I mean?" Naw, nothi...ng like that. Just a friendly gesture."She shrugged. "OK, one Bacardi and coke for Chico."They watched as the waitress brought it over and talked to Chico. When he turned to look at them, Fabian raised his hand in a little wave and grinned."You're a real cheeseball, you know that?" said Mickey under his breath.Chico nodded politely at Fabian and. Their arrangement – neither one would claim the word “affair” – had been going six months, and they were always like liquid heat together.Eleanor worked one hand under and behind Greg’s balls, then lifted her head to free his glistening erection. “I wish I could do more for you today, sweetie, but I’ve got a 2pm webcam conference.” She slid one finger into Greg’s ass and swallowed his cock whole, tongue rippling maddening along the thick vein. Greg could only croak incoherently as the orgasm. It was the two guys me and becky had seen fucking before, they moved to the side of me and granma and watched us and as they did they both stroked my back and my butt cheeks. “Was it not you we saw here the other day fucking with a beautiful young girl?” one asked “Erm well yes and you two where a little busy too” I replied with a wink. “Hope you enjoyed what you saw because we sure did” he said as he gave my ass a little pinch. . She looked up at Karl and grinned. It always did something to his stomach when she did that. Something nice!"We are really in luck, Mr Marcilenus. I can still hardly believe it. I have just had a talk with a man called Karl von Verstein. He's about thirty and I think he's South African. He wasn't too keen to talk too much about himself. Didn't really sound like a German somehow, despite the name. He's the number two at the prison. Virtually runs the joint! And he's recently been given.