Deal? Anyhow, back to the story. Working in a prison as a young woman. What could have possessed me to take on a task like that? Let’s face it, the ...ob has a bad reputation. It’s not the easiest job in the world no matter what color or gender you happen to be. If, like me, you happen to be both a visible minority and a religious minority, you’ve become the target of every bigot in the facility. There’s a high turnover rate among fresh recruits of the O.M.C.J. and there’s a reason for that. Most. Slowly, knowing how much she loved this particular belt, as I had purchased it for her, I slit the leather, the sharp blade of the knife cutting smoothly through it. I could feel her wince as the last of the hide separated with a little "pop". I yanked the belt from her waist-band, ripping a few belt-loops from her jeans in the process. Stepping back, I quickly doubled the belt and brought it down across her breasts, a satisfying "snap!" ringing through the air."Slut!" I harangued her, dropping. So busy was my workload, I didn't notice when Lisa entered the livingroom. She called out to me and I turned to a vision in black. All shewore was her undies and her high heels. Her face was made up like shewas about to star in a porno flick.She wore a black lacy Basque decorated with flowers made of red lace.Her panties were barely there, just covering her sex, before becoming astring that disappeared in between her bum cheeks. Silk stockings wereheld up by garters dangling from her. I just consoled him and asked him to have patience and think nicely how to get out of this mess. That day was a very sad day for us. Days went one like that, one day I got a call from my husband, he asked me to be ready as he wanted to take me to his office party. I was little surprised because my hubby never used to involve me in his office activities. But as always, I made up my mind and evening I got ready for the party.The party was at 8 pm, it was a farewell party for my hubby’s boss. I.