Prisoners, she was told when she arrived, weren’t permitted underclothing. Too many attempted hangings by brassiere straps, they explained. So, sh... wore nothing under the hunter orange jump suit.Still crying, she pulled her legs out of the uniform and rolled onto her knees, crawling towards the judge. Tears were falling freely now, her sobs becoming wails as her first abuser moved his feet apart, exposing the nakedness under his robe. ?Ever suck cock before, bitch?? he asked, grasping his. My foundationgarments included an ankle-length half-slip and two crinolines. Satisfiedwith my appearance in the mirror, I stepped into a circa 1950s, green,velvet evening gown. It had long sleeves, puffed-shoulders, and a highneck. I finished the look with patent leather shoes with three-inch heelsand an auburn, shoulder-length wig. I thought for a moment that I might beemulating Cynthia's appearance as the wig color and style were the same asher natural hair.The dress was perfect; my make-up. As he pulled more and more with every stroke, his head was going deeper and deeper into my mouth.?Your time is almost over and I?m not coming yet. You better think of something else or I will have to come inside your ass,? he said in a very sarcastic way.I started to slide my mouth along the length of his 10? dick all over as I played with his ball with my fingernails. I went crazy on his cock with no success. It was impossible to put the whole thing into my mouth. Ironic was the fact that I?ve. With his hands on my hips he pulled me all the way to him, my ass against his pelvis, him completely buried inside of me. He gave a contented purr at having fully engulfed himself in me and then began to move his cock in and out of me, slowly and with ever longer strokes. From fully buried to almost withdrawn, I had my head laying on the pillow in front of me, my ass raised to meet his thrusts, softly moaning and so enjoying the sensation behind me. I felt a hand upon my boyclit, stroking it.