The guard shut the hatch on the door and walked in to the room and looked on intently as the prisoner grabbed my hips and lifted my arse up off the fl...or and proceeded to enter me, pulling my shirt over my head and thrusting violently whilst groaning "you wee dirty bitch" Showing no regard for my comfort, he let his thrusts rain down on me mechanically, desperately and ferociously.I was in heaven, make no mistake. I felt as though I were being fucked by a machine or a ravenous animal. His. Woooo…unhuuuu…aauuu…aaahhhh…. ab ma bhi late gayi aur use apne upar kheench lya uske hatheli ko apne boobs pe rakha..aur dabane ke liye kaha….usne pahle meri nighty utar di fir mere dono boobs ko sahlane laga…aaahhh…aaahhh…babu plz dheere dheere dabao aahh aahh yeah…aise hi fir usne meri bra khol di mere boobs bilkul tight ho chuke the usne meri nipple ko sahlana shuru kiya…aaahhh….meri sans ruk rahi thi alag tarah ka sukh mil raha tha…jab usne apna jeebh firana suru kiya mere nipple pe. She's about to do the same but then she gets a worrying twinkle in her eye and she grins. She reaches up and clips it to my nose ring instead; the badge is just dangling in front of my muzzle. I don't know why I should feel this looks any more ridiculous than the rest of my outfit looks anyway, but I do. I manage a grunt of protest which Jo, of course, ignores."Good," says Jo. "Now we'd better get your trays." She leaves us for a moment and comes back carrying two trays and a series of lengths. What girl my own age would dress in stockings and garter belt and nothing else, dance before the roaring fireplace and then suck me for nearly an hour, teasing me again and again to the point that I begged for release? What girl would have the experience, the uninhibited nature, or just the desire to be wanton with the one she loved.I've listened to the guys on my teams talk about their conquests - a fuck here, a blow job there - nothing even came close in comparison to the pleasure that mom.