She reached down and ran the flat of her palm over his stomach as she searched for his cock, curious to feel its size. Just as her fingers reached his... boxer shorts, his hands flew out and grabbed her wrists in an iron grip, a sly grin spread across his face. Another second passed before she felt herself being lifted off the bed slightly as he slid underneath her and pushed her into a sitting position, so that she was now straddling his waist. She rolled her hips slowly until she could feel the. Her cell, how ever small and uncomfortable it was, washer habitat and, consciously or not, she separated it into eating, sleepingand toilet zones. Women. I typed the instructions into the log. From tomorrow morning she will havea designated time of the day to be lead out of her cell and into the toiletdown the hall, where she will be given five minutes to empty her bowels. Ifshe fails to do it, or doesn't finish in time, well, I typed for thirty longminutes. The instructions ended up being. Carli had been begging her mom for some new clothes and Jennifer recruited Ellen to go with them. Jennifer and Ellen had been friends for longer than Ellen and I had been together. They had been best friends since high school and Ellen and I started dating after I graduated. "Have fun!", was all I said. With the house to myself, I decided to see if I could get the basement wired for cameras. I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to catch more of a look at Carli, especially since she seemed so. We stayed together, in that beautifully obscene tableaux for half a minute, a minute. Whatever. Then, as I softened, I slid backwards out of her and sat myself down on the bench with my penis steaming gently in the cold light of dawn. She didn't turn back around as she pulled her speedos back up, uncaring of the trail of fluids now flowing down her leg. She didn't turn round or say anything as she adjusted her top while walking away, to go down the trail away from our secret seat. She didn't.