"Well, like I was sayin' before, when we got a liberty things could get a little ... oh, my..."<br/><br/>Half-suspended like that, he had started to relax into a hip-canted slouch under Sarah's ministrations. Her small hands, so delicate looking, were surprisingly strong. One by one the muscles in his back released into a more complete state of relaxation than he had known since ... well, hell, ever. He gave a quiet sigh of contentment. Sheer magic, this part-time cowgirl's touch was.<br/><br/>All at once it occured to him that she might have thought he meant he had been tied up before, and he chuckled lightly. He had meant it to be a joke about being patted down by the cops, and for an instant he wondered whether he should say something a little more definitive.<br/><br/>Any thoughts of plainer speaking - or of speaking at all - went out the window as he felt Sarah lay her hot, wet curves against him. His fingers flexed as if he would dig them into the tiles of the enclosure and he hissed, body tensing with sudden excitement. Instinctively his hips bucked forward, his stiffening member rising.<em>No, behind you</em>, he managed to think, and reversed the motion, as if kneading her with his butt.