She tapped out a message and sent it, hoping for a quick reply. She hoped that his ordeal was over. The reply did not come.At the moment that Michelle...was being shown out of the building, her husband, Rick, was being strapped down over the punishment bench by Correction Officer Nicola Smith. The short, brown-haired woman placed her hands on Rick’s broad, strong shoulders and pushed him down into the padded leather bench. Behind him, Correction Officer Charlotte Paulsen measured the three-foot. He slapped her ass hard, leaving deep red hand prints to her loud moaning approval. ‘Yeah baby. You want to fuck my ass don’t you? Tell me how you’re going to pound me up the ass and fill me with cum.’ ‘Tell me to fuck your tight asshole till you beg bitch. Tell me how bad you want to hurt.’ ‘Fuck my ass hard, motherfucker, till I beg you to stop!’ He thrust into her snatch, in and out, coating her rectum with pussy juice with each thrust out. He positioned his big dick at her puckered, tight,. Her Mother kept that part secret when she confessed the rest and the girl wondered if her Mom had committed a crime or had a fight with her boyfriend. All she said was she had gotten to a phone booth in front of a closed store on a road in the middle of no-where. When a car pulled up and a man had gotten out going to the building.“It’s closed,” her Mother had called out. The two talked a moment and the Man asked if she needed a ride. Her Mother glanced at the payphone she’d been about to use.. So I made up an account and wrote a story that I thought you would like. A couple days later you wrote a comment on the story I wrote. Do you know what you wrote?”“What was the name of the story?” I asked.“It was called, ‘I’m my sister’s pee whore.”“Omg!” I said, “is that the story about the sister selling her sister out for others can pee on her?”“That’s the one. And You wrote, I wish my twin sister would dominate me like the sister in your story did, it was a great story.”“Please don’t tell.