‘You don’t get to touch me.’ Joanne left the shop as fast as her shaky legs could carry her. ‘Wow! That was…What the hell was that? Man, I l...oked crazy. I know it. I’m no better than Candy. At least, I didn’t have as big of an audience. I should have done worse. I could have. No. If I’d done that anywhere else, he wouldn’t have taken it like that.’ She got to the intersection and crossed the street before she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. ‘Oh, no. He’s coming after me.’ She looked. She jumped back, startled, as clanging sounds came from the door, the loud scraping of metal on metal as someone turned a heavy duty deadbolt lock. She kept a safe distance as the door swung open and two authoritative looking men with short haircuts and narrow gazes strode into the room. She peered past them to see more men standing outside, but none were looking into her cell."Prisoner number thirty-two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-eight," said one of the men to her, practically shouting,. I was certain he was standing there with a woody. My red glossy lips smiled seductively at the young man before turning around, my long silky auburn hair flowing like a sheet of silk around me, resting against my lower back gently, swaying at my hips as we walk out to the hot tubs and into a clear sky blissful night.Your left hand gropes my ass as we walked out the door and down the side walk to area number five. The lock was silent as the key turned, we stepped through the gate and in front of. The thick shaft twitched with every one of Goldenhorn's heartbeat.My pussy clenched. “Oh, I'm so ready,” I panted.It was a shame Willoweyes wasn't here to experience this, but if she wanted to play with butterflies than attend to her pregnant, horny, lactating mate, then it was her loss. I would immensely enjoy her mother's cock.I glanced at it again. Immensely was the right word.“You're excited,” Angelique purred.“Oh, I am,” I nodded. “It's such a gorgeous cock. You're a lucky woman.”Angelique.