"How wonderful. Come here rabbit, show us your face, we want to see your whiskers."This only made Harley squeeze tighter into her ball and eventually ...hey got bored and left."I can see your not going to be cooperative."She knew that voice, and before she could stop herself she looked up at the familiarity of it."You are an attraction now, at least let them see your face," Cal smiled coolly.Harley whipped her head around and turned her back to him, trying to prevent the angry tears that were. Her father, Bill Smith had not done any better than Courtney. He was taken over to cell block A. This cellblock was run by a group of homosexual guards. These guards were more dominants than homosexuals. They enjoyed the power of forcing the prisoners to submit to their perverted demands. He was taken and tied face down on the "fucking block". This was a padded table. An insert was cut out allowing access to his cock and balls. He was tied face down, his legs spread and tied wide open. His arms. She leaned back and said quietly, “I’ve never done this before. I hope it won’t be a mistake.” I leaned over and kissed her again, and as she turned towards me and devoured my mouth I felt Bill’s hands on her breasts between her chest and mine. I pulled back to see her smiling dreamily and she said, “But I’ll take the chance.” She stood up and grinned shyly as we watched her slowly disrobe. One spaghetti strap slid down, then another, then she faced Bill as her creamy white breasts, firm and. She reached down and touched herself, felt her warm outer lips, her swollen clit ready to burst. Her fingers entered into her wetness, one, then two, in and out, then massaged her clit slowly and then fiercely until her body arched in orgasm.She laid there, exhausted from orgasm but at the same time, sexually frustrated because she needed that hard cock deep inside of her. She was tired from years of keeping her sexuality harnassed, being with a man who could not satisfy her. She knew she.