She felt a bit discombobulated, his actions were not matching what had happened in the last detention. Not exactly.“Do you know why you are here, ag...in, Ms Constantini?”Shaking her head, though she was beginning to realize this was all part of his particular game. Just like Max had his games, or Cyndi, or Roach, it seemed that Mr. Jacobs also had a game. A punishment game.“What did I tell you last time? Hmm? If you did not stop being a distraction we would have to continue to punish you until. "I quickly found that the inmates were not the brutal raping men I had envisaged. Some of the guards were, but the others were respectful and treated us with care, almost love. My being a real woman caused a bit of a rumpus at breakfast on the first morning. Halfway through I yanked Roger to his feet and ran for the door. One of the guards gave chase but I got to the toilet just in time to lean over the pan and be sick. Roger looked worried and I seemed unduly pale when I looked in the mirror. She had the words ‘NIGGER LOVER’ written on her big fake tits. They jutted out in front of her like two fat torpedoes. “CUM HOLE” was written on her ass in marker. ‘SPANK MY SLUT ASS’ was written on her left butt cheek across from the tattoo. She had ‘WHORE’ written across her face like Stacy.“Oh? After you left, I let Stacy take a turn writing on me. It is only fair,” she admitted. “It will be tough to explain to some of the vanilla riders,” she giggled as she wiped a little sweat off her. With mom lying beside me, cradling me as she was, the obvious 'tent' being put up between my legs soon became readily apparent. Looking down at myself, I could certainly see it, and though I couldn't see her eyes unless I were to lift up and turn my head, I knew damn well that if she looked in that direction, she'd be able to easily see it too.Just then another much louder clap of lightning shook the house, a millisecond of spacing between it and the explosion of light that lit up the.