The gate is the transition from interior design, feature windows and roaring log fires, to another world. For the duration of his stay, the boy and I ...inhabit two very different worlds in one large house.Behind the gate is cold and damp. Behind the gate is grey, peeling paintwork. Behind the gate are corridors lit, sometimes, by bare 60 watt bulbs strung together with exposed cabling. The cell is reached through a further descent via a tight, spiral staircase - a basement to the basement. Almost. "I guess I need to clean up a little," she said with a smirk. She stood up. It was a reverse of positions from earlier. Now my face was inches away from her belly. I was staring directly at her belly. Her tightly trimmed pussy hair was so close to my mouth that I could see the hair moving from my breath. I could smell her arousal. I looked up at her face as she looked down at me. She knew what I was thinking. She reached out and stroked the close-cropped hair on my head. "Not right now, baby,". There's one open towards the bathroom, there's a bottom bunk open by the front door."Kennedy glanced at Harriet, whose eyes went towards the interior of the room. "I'll take the one by the door," Kennedy said with confidence."There is a number on each bunk, and around the room are closets, each with a number. You may unpack here in a bit. Right now, I'd like to introduce myself to everyone. And we can introduce ourselves as well."She called them over to one end of the main room. There were two. I kept screaming, crying and begging you, ?oh no, please, please, PLEASE don’t . . . oh no, NO, PLEASE?! I heard someone say, ?she is a loud one isn’t she?, and someone else, laughing, said, ?you’d think she didn’t enjoy this?, and ?If she keeps this up she’ll keep you awake all night?. ?Oh no she won’t?, you said as you knelt in front of me and jerked my head up by my hair. I could see you had a large ring gag with a harness in your hand, and in spite of myself I screamed loudly, ?NOOOOO?. You.