I musthave tried on fifty items. Each time, I walked out to show them theselection. Each time out I noticed a slightly larger crowd of womengathered...to browse the racks in my vicinity.When we finished, I had the matching pink cotton dress, two maxi dresses(I didn't even know what those were two hours ago), a black skirt andtop, an LBD (with the salesgirl telling Ann and Susie how I called itthat), a dark grey skirted pinstripe suit ("For work," Susie said --jokingly, I hope), two pair of. There was a strange mixture of both (slight) discomfort, on the one hand, but on the other, and at the same time, there was this amazing pleasure, too!"Oh---god!" I said out loud."Am I hurting you?" I heard Tara's voice from behind."No", I replied."Does this feel good?" She inquired. "Do you want me to keep going, or stop?" Keep going," was my reply.Over the next, what? Fifteen minuets? Twenty minuets? I can't recall any sense of time. Tara fucked me like that; and I really enjoyed it. A lot,. It was about a month later that Steve came to visit me one evening in myworkroom. I had settled into the routine of forced prostitution and wasseeing about four customers a night and more on the weekends. I did verylittle during the day; Steve's 'special girls' got special treatment fromthe guards, we didn't have to work and we got preferential treatment andbetter food than the ordinary prisoners. There was some resentment fromthe other inmates; but what could they do about it? Steve and. ‘Janine, are you feeling better now?’ ‘No, not enough,’ came her throaty reply. ‘I need more.’ More of what, his mind asked rhetorically. She continued to squirrel her way deeper into his chest, making him painfully aware of the sharp nipple points in her top. He had accidentally copped a feel that morning during the lecture, but this time he could not ignore them as they stabbed and stroked his chest. He felt himself rising to the occasion and resisted the urge to revisit her breasts. Drew.