SynopsisSet in 2013, a young married couple are sentenced to a life of Hard Labor, in a world where they have no rights. The list of story codes is no... complete (I don’t want to reveal all in advance) but the following will NOT feature: young, teen, extreme torture, snuff. Hard Labor will be posted from May to September 2008.HARD LABORPrologue?Fifty Years, Hard Labor?.The Judge peered down at them over his half-spectacles, a slight smirk on his rubbery lips. His tone was as casual as if he’d. She like that very much, at least I think that is what she said but my Bulgarian is sadly limited. Her deep breathing and the way she pushed her pelvis into my busy mouth told me everything I needed to know anyway. My cock was feeling very left out whilst I worked, but I could feel its hardness was in no way diminished. If anything it grew harder still, down among my shins and knees, knowing I suppose that it was only a matter of time before it would be buried to the hilt in this gorgeous. I had attended Catholic schools all my life and was pretty much a goody two shoes.”Paige had an amused expression on her pretty face.“Terry had an exasperated look again and since she was two years older than me, she seemed a lot more mature. I didn’t want to piss her off so I took the bottoms down and off.”“Without realizing I had closed my legs and Terry with a big sigh gently pried my legs apart. I was totally embarrassed and from my vantage point, I could see Terry combing my bush. In spite. Anytime I moved a bit of my black bra became visible. The garment fit snugly against my torso and perfectly set off my perfectly formed snow white breasts. To compliment the sweater I selected a short tight straight skirt. I stepped into the skirt and slowly pulled it up my long shapely legs. I tugged the skirt a little make sure it hung attractively from waist. The tight skirt clung to my hips like it had been painted on. I twirled around and said "Chrissie, you sweet little ass looks.