She hugged the bucket tightly with her manacled hands, knowing that his disgusting threat was all to real. With a loud clang, he opened the door to ce...l #4. The cell that housed the newest arrivals and those women whom the country’s misogynistic President for Life, deemed eminently usable by the ‘government’.He smiled at the lone prisoner cowering in the middle of the large cell. She was the only woman currently occupying one of three wooden stock devices bolted into the floor of the cell. Her. . Good girls did not do what she was doing. But she didn’t care. And she wanted to be ‘bad’.She finished taking off her blouse, looking around to find a place to set it down when he held out his hand. Handing her shirt to him, she felt another rush of something go through her. Him holding out his hand for her shirt was like reinforcing the fact that she was doing this on his command. Both by the original dare, and his acceptance and participation.She reached for the snap of her dress jeans,. It was pink and had very small amount of hairs here and there. I looked back at her and said, “You know you have the most beautiful pussy, I have ever seen.” She smiled. I smelled her pussy and it had the same smell that comes out when it is wet. I lowered my tongue on to her clitoris and touched it and she instantly gave a hit jerk. And tried to push my head away, but I had grabbed her waist by both of my hands and was squeezing her butts rather vigorously.I pushed my tongue again into her. After all, I had bought him for one purpose and one purpose only. Masturbation. And the fact that he spoke would only make masturbation that much more enjoyable. At least I hoped. Reaching into the box, I grabbed the large toy and slowly brought it up to my mouth. With one final breath, I opened my mouth and forced the tip past my lips. The shaft slid across my tongue until it made contact with my uvula. Oddly, the toy felt warm, but that only encouraged me to escalate things. Not wasting a.