"Mike told her. He dealt with the garbage shoveled on him. "Look Ruth I dealt with the bullshit Dale and society shoved on me. Dale is a narrow minded...prejudice bigot narcissistic who can't understand a goddamn thing. He has no room in his little fucking brain to see and accept there are many paths in life. Dale only thinks of himself, and thinks everyone should follow him. He refuses to allow any alternate thought. Through the years you've been subjected to his tyrannical regime you've lost. And you love it. I climb off your lap and kneel. Your poor cock is looking sore and red but is hard and wanting more. I start to lick and kiss and gently suck. It feels so good to soothe your pain but we both know that's not what really turns me on. I get some ribbon and carefully and beautifully wrap your balls and cock in tight painful constriction, squeezing them and biting as I do it. Then I start back on your cock, this time running my teeth up and down your beautiful shaft, biting at the. I slowly turn around, lowering my head, my eyes widening as I see the prison uniform, a baggy, bright orange jumpsuit, the fabric threadbare and cheap. A pair of matching bright orange boxers and bright orange sports bra lay next to the jumpsuit. I pick up the boxers, whimpering softly as I slide my feet into them, pulling them up my legs as I hear a laugh as Officer Wallace says "I noticed you like to wear boy's underwear, so I thought that you'd like those." I'm too embarassed and scared. He pushed himself to her so that his slim body was grinding into her feminine curves through her heavy overcoat. With her cuffed hands she could clearly feel the hardness of his cock straining beneath the material. So this was it, she thought, her heart racing. She was to be fucked, handcuffed and blindfolded by this stranger in an alley like a common whore at the bidding of her master. He ground his cock against her hands which she curled into fists. It was so wrong, so humiliating, and yet.