At exactly six hours after noon, Javum stood up from her seat on the front row. The din of talk died as she mounted the stage. She was ten years old a...d had been head guildmistress for just over a year. She had a steely presence to her that made her a respected, but not loved, leader. She was, for a docren, thin and tall, six foot, with iron grey hair that was pulled back severely into a ponytail. And her eyes were a piercing violet. It was said that she ruled the guild's governing body with an. We were up at the crack of dawn on visiting day. She was so eager for the rough sex Dave and the other prisoners planned for her.She was wearing the same shift she'd worn on our first visit but had hemmed it. It was now so short that it barely covered her shapely butt. If she bent forward just a little her pussy would be on display.On arrival, we signed the guest book. The admitting guard told me to go ahead into the yard. He sent Maryanne through another door. She gave me a big wink and a wave. Then he worked his way down to her pussy. He loved the sweet and salty taste of her sex. She closed her eyes, relaxed. She knew to just let him do his thing. He lived to eat her pussy. Getting it hot, wet and ready to fuck. All she had to do was lean back, relax and enjoy the ride. Or better, being ridden! She splayed her legs giving him full access to her sex. Slowly grinding her sweet essence into his face and mouth, she gave him what he desired. When she felt she’d had enough, she gently. "Come here love." I called her."But I am not done yet?" I know baby, but I want to taste you." I told her.She looked a bit embarrassed. "Are you sure?" she asked meekly.I nodded and she nervously clambered onto the bed. She propped herself up on one of her plush toy pillows and nervously spread her legs.I crawled over and inhaled her gentle scent. I then gently kissed her thighs. She squirmed excitedly. Her squirming continued as I gently gave her clit attention before plunging my tongue.