Several complimented Evita on her choice of a pet.“She has more than good looks to offer,” smiled the mistress sardonically.Drinks were served and...Sasha, as instructed, crawled on all fours throughout the room stopping to lick feet or accept a stroke of petting from one of the guests.At last the dozen people were seated about the large dining table and the meal was ready to begin.Evita stood to get their attention.“Welcome! It has been far too long since we last assembled for a meal and .... . no increased blood pressure ... no urgency. There was just the bone-deep pleasure of sharing something precious.Part of his muscle memory told his hand to flutter to her thighs. This wasn't threatening to her either. Her own unconscious told her to give his hand room, and her legs spread as her mouth opened wider. Now her heartbeat increased, as his fingers found her slippery cleft, below her sparse, flat pubic hair. He didn't think about it consciously, but part of his mind remembered that. She licked her lips in anticipation at tasting his cock and sack, she loved the feel of a thick, throbbing dick locked in her mouth almost as much as she loved being ripped into from behind.Gingerly she lifted her right hand up and moved it towards his iron rod, keeping her fingers less then an inch away from his leg. He coughed and she froze, her heart pounding, as she feared he’d take a look at her desk or shift in his seat. After a few seconds she figured she was safe, but then his leg. Name's Warden Bunns, but you can call me Victoria. And I've got to tell you, I couldn't be happier to see someone of your stature here. It's not every day we get a small one..." Victoria says and chuckles."P-please, there's been a terrible mistake, I-I didn't do anything to those women, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and-" Emily begins to wildly explain, trying to stop herself from gagging from the warden's welcome fart."Shut it." Victoria cuts her off. "You were sentenced to 5.