Achanak unhone pairon ke ghutane faila kar sari ke andar hath dala aur chut khujane lagi. Maine puchha kya huwa Vimala Bhabhi ji ? Wo boli pata nahin ...ahar se aate waqat koi kida mere badan par chipka tha jis karan kafi khujali ho rahi hai aur yah kahate huwe usne apana hath sari se bahar nikal kar apni gand sari ke upar se khujane lagi. Uski baton se aur is harkat se mai samaj gaya ki wo apni chut me mera lund lena chahati hai aur main himat karke kaha.Vimala Bhabhi ji mere paas special malham. And no one seemed to care! Guards and inmates alike seemed free to do whatever they liked to defenseless women without fear of retribution. Every now and then someone might get their hand slapped if a reporter made a big deal about a case, but then it was right back to business as usual. Mr. Jameson's comment about the dykes taking good care of her took on new menace.She thought about what prison would be like. In her first months behind bars she would probably be tied up and beaten over and. But, when I went to take them off straight away, he stopped me, saying that he had a special room where he would like me to do it. At that I began to get a bit suspicious – ‘special room’ sounded to me like B & D and I told him I was certainly not into that. He laughed, assuring me that he wasn’t that way inclined either and that I could be absolutely sure that I was in no physical danger at all – he just liked looking and had a room where he could see what he wanted to see, much better – if I. . he would help me win a couple of prizes with one fuck: get revenge and fuck a black guy.She led me up the stairs and into her boudoir. It was so elegant there was no other word for it. Lush carpeting and d****ries, King size four-poster canopied bed with the frilled blankets d****d down to display satin sheets and pillowslips, oak dressers with delicate trim and other matching furniture... Wow!She closed the door and asked, as she poured a couple drinks, "So have you met another guy yet?" God.