Though it was the officers themselves that supplied drugs to the inmates for money it was the inmates that got punished, in case there was any leak of...information. It was decided that a lockdown would be declared and the inmates would be stripped down to their underwear and strip searched one by one immediately. However, no matter what they endured, the inmates would never implicate any officer, as it would prove to be the end of their only source of drugs, without which they would have a very. That allowed the men to move up between my legs at the right height to fuck me, without the side sections getting in the way.Just under the end of the table is a large, fine, porcelain cup in a holder, in the perfect position to catch any spent cum dripping from my pussy. It was immediately clear to Rick and me that I would be fucked on that table in the ritual.The women who helped us change left as the priest and eight monks entered the room, and I was positioned on the table with my legs. The bright light streamingin through and around the blinds made his bedroom brighter than if he'dhad a light on. He lifted his head a tiny bit, but felt tired from theeffort and let his head crash back onto his pillow. At that point, hiseyes snapped open. He lifted his head again, and shook it. His handautomatically went up to his head, where his fingers ran through hishair. "Yes! I'm back!"His bedroom was back to being its usual slightly-messy state, with afew clothes spilling out of a. I didn't wait for her to keep going. "My pleasure," was all I said before I dropped my pencil on purpose and pretended to go down under the table looking for it. As my eyes adjusted to the light under the table I saw that Leslie had conveniently worn a very short skirt that I could move out of the way easily to have access to her. I also noticed that she did not replace the panties she had taken off with fresh ones. She was commando under that skirt.I wasted no time and pushed her skirt right.