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The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes were staring lustfully at the captive slave. Greg inhaled sharply, as did several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the realization that the girl on the film was in danger.

Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge of his penis!

"Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper. "Wha…?" He tore his eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side. Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to Stella. Jesus Christ! he thought to himself… She's supposed to be Matt's chick…

The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo. She whirled and spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and buttocks. Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head, completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose her balance. The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia spun on and on, around and around… and around… Oh, God, and around…

The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the floor of her jail-cell dressing room. She heaved and panted audibly, her small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration-glistening face. Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny, black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of fabric and fringe. Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all over her entire body. She began her dance again, to the obvious delight of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated undulations similar to a bellydance.

Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer-concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the background music of the film. "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already, just like last time…"

Last time?! Matt's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago… He looked sideways at the black-haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind. Does she think I'm someone else? Matt maybe?

An "Ooooohh," rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts, letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.

Greg gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the screen was stripping down to nothing. His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.

Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers. Her slender, delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together, causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly down over the studded black boots to the floor. Her pubic hair was barely discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls, glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring sheen. She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell-like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or couch. Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.

The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she hadn't been fucked properly in years. Jackie's young heart went out to the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs. Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young thigh.

To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway…

On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Stella Burnside, his good buddy's latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive inner flesh. He wanted to say something – at least point out that he obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was – but he knew if he said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.

The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire-hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling. Her fingers slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long, high-heeled Spanish boots. Sharp little cries began to break from her full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.

Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her obscene, imprisoned display. Her hands ran all over the delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she caressed herself, her hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts. She groaned and pulled her knees up until they were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the flat mattress below. Her fingertip crawled like a spider into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the audience. She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily. Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the audience. A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.

Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above her desperately working hand. By now, the college student could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any further move. For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt like powder kegs ready to explode.