But I’m never really convinced that the husband and wife are really married. I mean, they just look like they’re getting paid to act out the parts... They’d be better if they were believable.” That’s when we decided we could put one together that would be more realistic, primarily because the husbands and wives really were married to each other. My job was to develop the script. “What I’ve got,” I explained to Dave and Donna that Friday after dinner, “are a few scenarios to work around. There are. He turned back to his work. He began a barrage of ten hard fast swats, alternating sides and without pausing. Lisa screeched and squirmed under his assault. When he was finished, she lay sobbing quietly on the bed."Now who am I slut?" he asked."Y-you are... Sir," she sobbed."That's right. And you'd do well to remember that, slut!" he said."Y-yes, Sir. I'm sorry Sir," Lisa said quietly as she composed herself."That's better. Now we can continue," he said. He reached down to unfasten one end of. "Shower time, girls!" One of the other officers shouted out, a big woman who loomed over the other girls. "We ain't got all day here!" Bianca grabbed her towel and followed the other girls into the showers. She noticed the redhead from yesterday staring at her as they walked, and tried to shrug it off. She couldn't help but think of all the movies she had seen where prison showers tend to be a place where...unsavory things happen. Bianca gulped hard and continued towards the showers, unsure of. I pushed my throbbing cock from behind into her loose vagina and when I pulled it out it was really wet. Ana crammed Marco’s cock back into her pussy and ordered me to stick my hard cock in her tight asshole. I put the head of my hard dick to her little brown opening. I pushed against it and Ana relaxed her sphincter; then I slowly pushed my cock in until my nuts where touching my wife’s ass cheeks. Anita tightened her ass around my dick. I stayed still and just enjoyed the feeling of the black.