Once the cells are locked and lights are out, I lie down on my cot and pull out the burner phone again. I dial the number, and it doesn’t ring all the way before I hear her voice on the other end of the line.
“Yusef,” she says softly, and it makes my c**k hard.
“You’ll come see me tomorrow,” I order, and she answers quickly.
“Yes, first thing,” she agrees.
“I want you in a skirt this time, no panties.”
“Yes,” she says again just as quickly.
“And something with buttons on the shirt.”
“Okay.”
“Did you touch yourself when you got home?”
There’s a quiet pause, and then I barely hear her. “Yes.”
“Did you c*m?”
“Yes.” Her one-word answers are so soft.
I’ve opened the front of my jumpsuit and I’m stroking my c**k to her breathy voice. “Do you want to find out what it’s like to c*m on
