I was incarcerated with a bunch of big ugly motherfuckers. At 1st I was afraid. I was petrified; but I soon learned, in prison the more ruthless you a...e, the more respect you get. So, I was a bit lucky I guess, when I got paired with Bruno. Bruno Cassette.He was an ugly guy. A 46 year old african american, with bad skin, very fat, and talked with a fucking lisp.Still, Cassette ran the entire prison. He controlled the drugs, and had 7 correctional officers securely stashed in his pocket.So, when. She still thought she might be able to carry through with her plan for Peter. Her room upstairs was spacious, and it had a large comfortable chair. She took Peter’s free hand, as his other hand was holding her bags. She looked at her dad, ‘Dad, Peter and I are going upstairs for a while. Don’t bother us. We’ll be down later. Her dad smiled benignly, ‘Sure Sugar Plum.’ She hated those pet names he used. He just wouldn’t quit. She was more than a decade past the honey bun and sugar plum stuff,. Yet it was her loose legging that gave me the most opportunity and would ultimately be her downfall, or excuse to expose. Panties, if she chose to wear any, would be visible in nearly every position.Our playmate Reggie wore long jogging pants and a tight top that hugged her huge tits. She needed little reason to strip, so I focused on more difficult targets. One woman wore a bikini top that was far too small for her big tits. Every time she sneezed, real or forced, her top would burst open. * * * * * *Everyone below was gathered about this most unusual bit of scenery just added to the outdoors. Some rushed up in a wonder of what happened; until the rest explained that the fellow now gracing the top of the horse hitch fell from the upper floors.“Apparently here fellows,” said the constable to his seven deputies, “we happen to have a not so notorious peeping- tom in our hands. Serves him right with what he tried to do with a young lady up there and all.”The constable threw a salute.