There's a lazy smile playing around a mouth you're familiar with now, I murmur softly in reply to your quizzing if I've turned pain slut.

No, I most assuredly have not turned.

I listen, and then slowly pull my hands down the bars in a caressing motion. No doubt little miss nosy parker across the corridor is watching intently. I took a little bit of twisted joy in this.

Peeling the sack up, there's that smooth mons, and flat belly, slim hips, the narrow waist, flare of ribcage and then those large breasts with pink nipples. Long hair is caught in the sack and then, as it's peeled off and tossed to the end of the mattress, I watch your eyes and step closer, settling myself on your right but sideways. Left leg is folded in half, snugged up against your hip and hard thigh.

There has to be some inside help to get those tunnels dug.

good seeing ya again.

"Mmmmmm olive tapenade hummus with naan bread triangles."

Continues stuffing her face.

Gonna head out. Good talking to you Jake. Seven if you need me I'm on FB.

enjoy!

chuckling with a shake of my head as you take position on the bars
usually sluts aren't so anxious to hop on their bars
you just want to show me your bruises from the other night, or have you suddenly turned pain slut?

admiring the view
we used to have a nurse named abbie, she no doubt dug the one we found, I'm sure with outside help
not sure who's behind these rumors now

why don't you take off that sack and come sit by me

blushing...do you have a private room?

oooooh

It's slower than conventional browsers.

Withheld, Thank you very much!

Well, you had her there. Kisses you back.

"Love you too, sweet Sis."

Smiles.

She hates that she loves it

"Yeesh. That's rough."

Nods.

"I'll be right back. I need something substantial to eat."

Listening to the familiar clanking as key finds lock and that series of tumblers opens. Enter jackboots. I turn slowly and press my body against the bars, much as I did in a similar fashion once before, not long ago. Watching as you make yourself at home on that new mattress, while slender arms reach up high and my hands wrap the bars, pressing luscious breasts forward in the tan coloured sack. Even that unbecoming garment can't hide the perfection of those.

Below that are slim hips, bearing the marks of recent handprints from some posh penthouse, and the long, shapely stems that glide down from there.

Who's digging the tunnels? That was the first question that popped into my head.

what to watch those AI's, the one I had in the Saloon cause Me some "unusual" complications.

Comes over to you. Stoops (because obviously im taller than you) and kisses one cheek then the other

Love you sis

well I don't have a serious reaction to them, but popping tums like tic tacs and drinking lots of milk

Fabulous achievement! Congratulations to to her! I bet he is over the moon.

unlocking your cell and entering
a pinch of the fine ass peeking out of the potato sack before I make myself at home on your mattress

usually it's wanda, on one of her flights from reality
but she has dana now, and should be content
so I'm not sure
we already found and filled one tunnel, and the Guards are looking for more
...there were 3 in the Great Escape, as I recall

enjoys the kind of warmer weather while on awalk through town..cutting through the Stroll asa short cut