Half way through the jug you need to pooh, you go to the toilet beside the shower, there is no privacy, your gaoler sitting reading a magazine watches... you. You get to the toilet just in time and explode. Your gaoler brings the jug and glass to you and tells you to remain on the toilet. You continue drinking, every few minutes your bowels evacuate as the fluid does its work. With an audible sigh of relief, you finish the jug of fluid but your gaoler immediately hands you another and commands you. My balls slapping against you ... Pulling you to the side so you could see my cock pound in and out of you ... your head and breast laid on top of the dresser watching your body receive what it badly needed. You didn't try to lift your head to look at me, moaning in a sound you never heard come from you ... biting your lip you watched ... as I pounded your eager pussy ... I was hitting the spot that would take you to the place you wanted to go ... your orgasm was building, "oh god ... harder. My hands went back and unzipped her skirt and it fell off. Her hand went down and opened my pants in a hurry and I struggled to take them off as she refused to part my lips. All this while she was crying do it fast. She quickly took off her panties and stood with eyes closed while I was off with my underwear.She was wearing her heels and standing just in her bra only. She was looking so pretty, gorgeous and super hot in that red bra. I did not want to take it off. I went down and wanted to lick. "It does." She assured me. "You know that mom and dad don't have a whole lot of money right."I nodded."Well, it was about four months before I met you that my mom first told me that she had breast cancer. In a single moment, my life flashed in front of me, my plans for the future were called into question, and the happiness I had begun the day with was suddenly and completely overshadowed by those terrifying words my mother had spoken to me. She was only forty four years old. I was.