Shelby Taylor would have been thefinest example of trailer trash womanhood imaginable,if not for the corrections officer in the room withher. The CO&#...217;s dark hair was combed down flat against herhead. A severe part ran down the middle exposing astrip of her white scalp like the center line of adivided highway. Her jowls sagged, but looked almosthigh and firm compared to her double chin. She had thebody of someone who had super-sized her McDonald’slunch a hundred times in the past. Chex mix and It's a Wonderful Life could wait. She slipped back into her little girl voice, pressing her body tight against him. "Help me put on my present, Santa."He took the box and slipped in behind her. His Santa gloves soon proved a hindrance, so he tossed them aside on the couch. The chain slipped around her neck and the entwined hearts settled just above her cleavage, revealed by her new red dress. He kissed her neck, setting off a shiver that had nothing to do with his beard tickling. I began to frantically move in hopes of easing the insistent friction that my assailant's hard cock was creating. He only laughed and put more weight upon my body to pin me like a butterfly to the bed. I became hysterical and my agonies translated to a new and even more exciting stimulation of the other's cock as it pistoned in and out of my mouth and erased any protection that the lining of my throat may have provided. For one of the few times since I'd entered this chamber of horrors. He quickly jumped onto her back while she was on all fours. Abby quickly realized what was happening, "Buster get down! Bad dog!" But no matter what she said, Buster mounted her. She could feel his first few thrust miss, but his cock was slightly off and instead his cock hit Abby's clit, inciting a loud moan from her. Buster's next thrust however, was too high. Abby felt his cock poke her asshole, and her eyes widened. "No Buster get off me!" Abby tried to push Buster off of her with all her.