Klempner
Under my hands, she arches. My hands on her waist, I stoop, kissing her breasts, tasting the salty dampness that sheens her skin. She’s flushing…. Her fragrance is rising….
Arousal?
Her thighs part. I want to test her. To know her arousal is genuine. Dropping down, my mouth over her s*x, she’s hot, streaming and pungent. My erection hardens more, and my balls tighten. I ache….
The door clangs and my eyes jolt open.
“Up you get, Larry.”
Jerked from sleep, my eyes fling wide to see a blue guard’s uniform standing over me, Hartland’s pudgy face at the top of it.
Now what?
I roll off the thin mattress. “What is it this time?”
Hartland pokes at me with his baton, playfully, as though it’s just a joke between friends. “Sutcliffe. Turn over his cell.”
“Yes, Mr Hartland.” His
