There usually was.Stand at the line. Turn around. Stick her arms in the slot. Accept thecuffs and belly chain. Wait for the door. One step back. Ankle...chains. Afrisk. Some guards were professional and thorough. All of themoccasionally took liberties. Or so it seemed to Tesla.The chains came off in her cell, in the activity yard, and in the shower.She learned to brush her hair with her fingers. And worry tangles out onehair at a time. It made the day go by. She got inured to being on cameraevery. I sat and she leaned over to give me the water and I got a peak at her pendulous boobs. She laughed again at my ogling and suggested that I might like a better look. She stepped back and slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, letting it go limply off her shoulders to the floor. Her tits were magnificent. The black lace bra was now fully revealed, and I could tell that she enjoyed me looking at it. I think she enjoyed seeing the bulge growing in my pants too, because she laughed again and. Hilliard's back side and her beautifullysculpted torso, his cock pushed upward even more.Sherri went to check up on dinner and then took a look at the apartment."Candi, you did an excellent job with the apartment and dinner looksgood." Thank you Ms. Gimble." Now Candi, why don't you offer our guest a drink," Sherri said."Yes, of course Ms. Gimble." He turned to his boss, "Ms. Hilliard couldI get you a drink?" Yes. Could you make me a dry gin martini with an olive?" Yes, Ms. Hilliard." Then. It’s a little tight and you stiffen your posture as Daisy slides behind you to fasten it. This done she hand you a skirt, a bright pink tartan skirt to put on. Pulling it up you realize it’s only about 4 inches long and won’t cover a thing. You do your best to position it on your hips but the comical shortness makes it useless. Daisy doesn’t skip a beat and fetches a pair of black four inch heels that she helps you into before popping back up.“Well, what do you think?” she asks.“I look.