And it's not something you 'do' to somebody else. It's mutual; it's not something you do, it's something that's done by two people." Mutual," Ronnie m...used slowly. "Mutual. No, I never had that." She looked down at the cracker in her hand and murmured, a bitter edge to her voice, "That's something I sure as hell didn't have much experience with in Michigan. Or New York, either."There was brief silence in the little room. Martha rose on her arms and stood up quickly. "Are we finished with this. At that point all I really cared about was enjoying myself and shooting my load into her wet willing pussy. I rolled her over and she got up on her knees, I slipped my cock into her doggy style and grabbed her tits with both hands. As I pushed in and out of her she became quite vocal. "Oh God that feels good", "Oh ya fuck me Babe". The walls of the apartment were so thin I was sure her daughter and her boyfriend could here her mom getting fucked. I found the thought of her daughter and. She was in a prison. A real prison."Hey!" she said, much weaker than she'd intended to. Her throat was dry. She let out a cough and tried to sit upright. She was barefoot, wearing only a dull coloured jumpsuit, featureless save for a number embroided into it, covering her right breast, and a miniature zip at the front that led from her neck all the way down to her crotch.No, she was wearing more than just the jumpsuit. She reached down tentatively to feel her crotch. She was still in the belt!. They both waited, I did too. Spirit got bored of waiting and his cock slipped out of me, his cum as usual pouring out and down over my ass before streaming down to soak the straw strewn floor. The feel of his warm cum tickles my rosebud, for some reason it never fails to make me shiver with a lust I can’t quite name.Laura and Deke got busy, still no words, but I felt the pressure against my still gaping pussy, the delicious stretch as Laura pushed something, no, not something, one of the horse.