On to the Finish LineSoon, I felt the coolness of her finger tips touch the tip of my penis, just as I had asked her to do. Susan’s fingers were cool and wet — I felt them begin to slide down over my glans — so gentle, so loving, just the way Linda used to do it. A shiver ran through my body. She paused before starting. She squealed, a sound that had me dropping my weapon , and grabbing myears as I sunk to my knees.Thus I was totally helpless when she grabbed me, and brought me out ofwhat I now realized was her room, and took me to her mother.If she had squeezed me much harder, I'm quite sure I would have crushedribs, at the least, but she held me softly enough that I could breath,which I was grateful for."Mama, look what I found."I'm not sure what kind of 'Mama" I expected. Maybe a giant-sized versionof Donna. Now Francine knew why she was to walk back with the Mistress! She would be carrying the great weight of this all the way, as well as walking barefoot over sharp stones. Shit!But why would A Great Lady be walking all that distance? Then Francine saw the horse."Kneel Oh miserable worm! Let me use you to mount my noble steed."The obedient Francine knelt, face down like a Turk at prayer, and the Lady Fortescue stepped onto her back and mounted the horse. So Francine was to walk and the Lady. As he sat down he grimaced slightly. Keno pulled his head close and launched into a deep passionate kiss. Winnie started grinding slowly. The pair kept up their passionate lovemaking when suddenly Keno smacked Winnie’s ass so hard he could be heard three cells down.A random inmate yelled out from the distance, “Keno bout to pack that fudge.” Others laughed wildly. Keno smiled as did Winnie.“Let’s give ‘em a show,” Winnie giggled.“Hell yeah,” he said quietly. Then he yelled, “Bounce that ass on.Read More
