. It was September, a couple of weeks after my brother’s visit. And I was transferred to the level four Kaibab unit which did not allow for a lot of... benefits. I discovered that because of the gravity of my crime I would remain in a secure section of the east wing. Here it would be one or two person cells for the duration, and, much stricter visitation and phone privileges than in the west wing where it was more like dormitory living. And, most moving around for me would be done in chains. I was. Seeing it all again coupled with his cuing words, you can’t help feeling your vagina expand then clench, your clit begging for more attention.“Don’t stop. Keep going,” the stranger encourages, his hand guiding yours back to your throbbing button. You hesitate at first, but with his coaxing, the compelling scene in front of you, and your body’s yearning, you resume rubbing your clit. Your fingers immediately find just the right spot. You don’t even bother starting slowly this time, your need is. But he was afraid.Jane sensed this and with ruthless purpose teased the hell out of him until he gave in and lost his fear, for a time anyway, in the acceptance of her body. Ari smiled and kissed them as they went downstairs and she headed into the shower. Jane's ploy had worked, in the short run anyway. Ken was quite a bit more relaxed. They ate, then she drove him in the M3 to the school.Ken and Jan walked into the dojo. Jane looked around curiously while Ken headed toward the counter where,. .. And I went into Brad’s bedroom, whining about the mattress feels funny and the room is cold and I can’t sleep by myself in a strange room and come on, girl, how obvious can you be?Sober, Brad would’ve seen right through it. Three bottles of wine. He had half.Went into his bed. Got huggy. And somewhere along there, the seed of an idea that I’d been repressing came bubbling up. Who better than Brad?One more bottle of wine and he wanted me and I wanted him and I found out some things, like how.