Like, hungry for it, and even then, even that first time when I kissed him and dripped that huge load into his mouth, I’m thinking, uh-huh, he could... be the one.”“The one?” I asked. “The one who lets me watch him get fucked in the ass by another man.”I choked! I shouldn’t have been surprised, but her comment just caught me off guard. I cleared my throat and asked, “Is this something you’ve wanted to do for a long time?”She just moaned. When I looked back over my shoulders, her eyes were rolled. The melting ice in her ass had worked like an enema, and I laughed and started untying her ankles and she bolted to the bathroom, hands still cuffed behind her and dropped on the commode, just in time. I had never really watched a woman go to the bathroom before, and it was slightly exciting seeing her sit there and I started playing with her nipples, "Stop it!!" that made it even more exciting that she didn't like it and made me pinch her nipples as they hardened, and she kept trying to pull. I had never been in jail before and I was scared and it showed. I was young, slightly built, and timid as hell.The cellblock I was housed in was on the 4th floor. There were two sides - east and westsides. They had one correctional officer to supervise both sides. He sat out in a hallway and was supposed to make rounds every 15 minutes, but those lazy fucks never did. They only came in for lock downs. The noise level was hellish, and all kinds of shit went on in those cells that the guards. What’s more, they were singing! She hadn’t noticed it before, but their incessant moaning coalesced around her song. They adapted their moans to the tune, imitating her modified words—which they were better able to manage. And they didn’t just copy her. When she skipped a line, they’d continue without her. When she resumed, their volume increased, their pace speeding up.Lisa had an odd idea. Holding her hands up, she stopped, and the zombies gathered around as she removed and opened her.