"Permission to speak, Ma'am?" Permission granted!"The guard liked Clarissa. In the three months she had been on this working party she had worked tire...essly and had never, except on her first day, been punished for slacking, even in the fearsome heat of the last couple of months."May I please take my clothes off and work naked, Ma'am?" Clarissa and Miranda had both stripped off many times during the evening rest period at the prison compound. Clarissa had been looking forward to this moment for. Now he was in the dressing room in his undershorts, with a very beautiful sales girl, and a cock that wanted to stand at attention. He tried hard to calm his thoughts and his erection before she noticed.She was standing behind him with her tape measure as he stood in front of the mirror with his arms out to his sides. She reached around him to measure his waist. He felt her breasts rub against his bare back as she passed the tape end from one hand to the other in front of him. She seemed to. He must be awake. I walked across the street and onto his driveway. I noticed his garage door open. That was very unusual. His garage lights we're on and I thought I noticed a shadow move. Was he working on some project?Without a thought walked to the opening of his garage. He was standing with his back to me, working on what looked like apart from his car. I walked between his two vehicles, stopping four feet behind him. It was then that I thought of my job and my husband. I froze in my. Jessica began to shake her head but knew that she had no choice. Her resolve cracked, then completely crumbled. There were tears forming in her eyes. “Please no,” she whispered, “please, just give me a few more days.” Faced with the means of her death, Jessica wanted to live. She would pay any price to be able to live her life. He stepped closer behind her. "Give me your hands, please."She put her hands behind her back and stood trembling, as he pinned her wrists together with one large hand.