On the days of her visits, she would order food, and torches to light and warm his dismal cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During...her visits, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a flat cot, naked on his back, as she stripped away her clothes. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his endless inquiries. He would alternately order her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg. The gaudy shimmering dust settled around my hips, and, as I watched, they flared outward. At the same time, I could feel changes happening in my butt, too."Legs." Another wave, more dust, and suddenly I had the sort of legs models would kill for."Waist... 24." And it was so. The squeezing in that this involved was an even weirder feeling than the stretching of the other parts."Aannnddd -- 38C!"My whole stance shifted as I had to hold my shoulders back to counterbalance the lovely tits that. " No, they won't mind. Tell you what - we'll make a list of the things you will need and send an officer to bring them to you. One of our female officers, probably, so you won't be embarrassed about having your personal things gone through by a man!" I told her."Thank you. You are so considerate!" she said.I thought we were on a level where I could pay her a compliment without risking a harassment charge, so just as I was about to take a sip of coffee, I said: "Seems a shame though, covering. There was a cheap lock holding it closed, but I made short work of it with my bar. The door popped open and I quickly stepped inside. Much as I expected, Sue was bent over her boss’s desk as he drilled her doggy- style.Both fornicators swung their attention to me. More precisely, they turned their eyes toward me, but Brent was still intent on pounding Sue’s pussy into submission.“Jack, this isn’t what it looks like!” exclaimed Sue in what sounded like a concerned voice which would have been.