The atmosphere was filled with tension as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. The sound of the zipper filled the room as she pulled it...down. Marlon raised himself slightly so that Ann could pull down his trousers. He sat back down when they were around his knees and Ann kept tugging. Kicking off his shoes he allowed Ann to take them completely off. For a moment she just sat there looking at the huge erection straining inside his dark cotton briefs. Then she took hold of the. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and just let my hands do all the work. I was nearly humping my fingers with my body, so much so that the wood chair was wet with my own juices. I was completely unconscious of the noise I was making. From anyone who was walking by the door it would be incredibly obvious what I was doing in the room. I was completely focused on my own body. I guess I hadn't heard the door open and only realized someone else was in the room when she cleared her throat.. She hoped that is was the teenager. Liz felt quite drawn to her.Down the passageway, the swish and the thwacks stopped as did the shrieks. There was silence for a few minutes and then Patricia was ushered back into the Changing Room by a Correctional Officer. Patricia was rubbing her bottom and had tears running down her face.After a few minutes, Liz heard her Punishment Officer at the doorway say to her. "Wilkins, your turn."Liz stood up and the Punishment Officer said, “Are you Elizabeth Mary. ‘I was told that she was discovered on the sea shore. She was saved from almost certain death by the kindness of the mountain Cave Dwellers.’ It was just a matter of time until Glade’s suspicions were confirmed, but she was initially sceptical. She didn’t forget her conversation with the shaman, but she knew that there were many black-skinned people in the southern lands (and, for all she knew, in the north) and this dark woman might not necessarily be Demure. And even if she was, Glade had to.