”Joanne Wilson wanted to hug him too but needed to get through this session like it was any other punishment session.“Come with me, please.” She...instructed and watched as he got to his feet, towering over her.The red headed Correction Officer walked back across the reception and waited by the dark blue door, watching as her boyfriend made his way over to where she stood. Joanne placed her security pass against the black box on the wall, pushed the door open and allowed Peter Mitchell through. As we walked in, we got hellos from pretty much everyone there until we got to who I think was the director.Mom told me to wait and go get some water and something to drink while she talked to her boss. I did as I was told and while eating a few of the tarts that were there my head was rambling about how it was obvious my own mother was a porn star.Eventually she came back over to me and told me to follow her. She took me to a side room that looked like a waiting room at a doctor’s office but. Her cheeks spread wider under my palms as my tongue traced through the sparse hairs of her crack, and the very tip of my tongue lightly drew wet little circles around her hot little white-colored pucker. It was actually paler than the rest of the skin on her bottom! ‘Kathy, what th’ hell?’ she gasped over her shoulder, partially raising herself enough to look back at me,’ she kind of hiccupped a moan, then exclaimed in a panicky tone, ‘Kathy! That’s my ass!’ As our eyes locked together, I let. Sandra shrieked when the woman slapped her pussy without any warning. She struggled against her restraints for a moment and then shrieked once again when the woman slapped her pussy another time, this time also hitting her clitoris.The woman repeated this a few times, and subsequently said, "See you in a while!" She then walked away and let her to the mercy of the other women and girls around.Sandra had been afraid that they all would take a turn slapping her pussy, but instead, they surrounded.