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I looked around and saw we were no longer in the prison showers, but in room twelve, just past the door. I also happened to notice the notorious bulge in his crotch.

He started to the table. I had no idea what he would do to me, but I could only follow. He literally had my cock on a short leash and my hands were tied.

I jolted awake to find myself hard and sweaty, my hands grasping what was much more than a morning wood and a puzzling mix of sheer fear and anticipation twisting my guts.

It was still dark outside. Steph would kill me if I jumped her bones in her sleep, especially after stating she didn’t want any action for the night. But I couldn’t go back to sleep like that.

The tip of my cock was so tense, the soft brush of the bed sheet caused me a jolt. I covered it to get out of bed and tiptoed across the room, turning the bathroom light on only after closing the door behind me.

While waiting for the shower to warm up, I grabbed the lube from the cabinet. I knew it felt nothing l