And a desperate one at that. I did so, my hands on her shoulders, as she gently swept me back to lying down on the bed, this time coming over me, parting my legs and positioning herself between them. xxx As she set a steady pace, my hips buckled to meet her hand with every thrust. For a while she just stood there, watching me. As I stood there, eyeing her – still not her face, only those beautiful hands and the high-heeled shoes she was wearing – she extended her hand to me. I eased myself into her touch, feeling safer and more comfortable than I ever had. As she walked past my cell, I retreated from my watching spot, only to see her come towards my door and ask the jailor to unlock
