“You want me to take him back to his cellblock?”The warden gave a harsh laugh. “What, are you kidding me? Fuck no! I think he enjoyed this. Take...this little fuckin’ piece of shit to the Temple of Torture.”“NO!”Jerry fell to his knees again. The Temple of Torture. This was the great fear he’d had all this time. And now to his greatest horror, it was about to become a reality.The Temple of Torture was not really a ‘temple’ per sé; it was a room in the prison where Warden Polinski sent prisoners. Her nipples were hard and her boobs were stiff, she was having a beautiful belly and navel. Her pussy was as clean as there was not even little hair on it. It seems she shaved it last night.I clearly knew that she was completely ready for it and Santhosh was uncontrollable as he didn’t get her complete view as she was standing towards me. I gave a naughty smile to him and in one go, I pushed her shirt and it fell down revealing her bare back to Santhosh. Now she was completely nude standing. I proceeded to walk around the ranch and make sure that everything was in order and after seeing everything looked good went into the house and started reading all the mail that had piled up after I left for WI. While reading the mail I came across a bank statement for my San Diego office. The deposits just didn’t seem right as they were always much bigger then what the bank statement showed. I called the office and got the answer Machine. I entered the code to listen to the messages and it. My mushroom head was already flared out, and I was delivering a skull fucking with my swelled up 9” jock cock like Im sure he had never had. The other two had taken seats now, back on the bench, just watching in amazement, and as per jail protocol, minding their own business. Finally I pull out of his mouth, and with my right foot, kick him down to the floor. “Get ur ass over there, and get ur face in that bench—ass up”. A look of horror came across his face, and the other two started.