I turn to walk away but before I take a step, I hear a "yes". I turn and look at her. She makes eye contact on her own this time and says, "Yes, I con...ent". The law of consent states that after verbal consent has been given, a man must penetrate the woman. One thrust is sufficient for the law, however most men ravage the consenting female on stage infront of everyone. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she would find such a thing distasteful, so I step forward and do the minimum. Her legs. It was because she was an "officer" and supposedly subject to a higher standard than the lowly enlisted sluts who had carried their disgusting civilian ways over into the military service and making the cause of female equality suffer because of it.The guards and the warden were mostly female but they were not actual members of the military service since the government had decided for reasons of economy to contract the running of such facilities out to independent contractors for the lowest. She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her asscheeks in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her ass nestled there so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against it. These white people had very strange taboos that he. Mister Oslo was one of the many furry animals that occupied every spare shelf in Stephanie's cubicle. The thing that I noticed about Stephanie, even in her panic state of despair over the disappearance of Mister Oslo, was her ass. From the way it stuck out behind her I was sure that someone with a giant cock had jammed it in her so far that her ass had no place to go but backwards. I was admiring her ass when she caught me staring at it. "What did you do with Mister Oslo?" She demanded to.