Watson had brought her here. The officer in charge of C Wing. The officer with whom she’d argued earlier in the day. (Why had she argued? Why had sh... been so stupid? Why couldn’t she turn back time?). Led her, handcuffed, down the long, silent, antiseptic corridors, unlocking each of the heavy doors in turn, locking them firmly behind her. Brought the girl who’d questioned his authority to the place where it would be demonstrated to her in such unequivocal terms.Then left, without so much as a. She knew the age difference appealed to James, but she wanted to look hot, too - older, but sexy. And ready to fuck!! She finally settled on the classic little black dress with sheer black hose, an outfit that always looks good on a blonde and one that made her feel especially appealing. She added her sexiest shoes - black, toeless pumps with thin straps and cutouts that highlighted her delicate feet and accented the lines of her legs. She also wore a garter belt, not pantyhose, feeling sure. However his reverie was short-lived when she withdrew her hands, stood up, clearly not impressed with the result, and told him so. “You’ve not made a very good job of it around your backside. There’s hardly any hair gone from between your cheeks, it looks quite disgusting,” she said witheringly. His response was instant. His cock which had been stiffening quite nicely retreated to its normal limp self. He blushed and hung his head and responded with a mumble that it was very difficult to. Nervous and excited she opened the door, immediately enveloped in a cloud of steam. Walking in, she couldn’t tell if anyone else were there. Combing the benches by touch, she felt reasonably secure that she was alone. She made her way to the back corner and sat down. Taking a deep breath, she slid her hand under her towel. Constantly alert, she began to play with herself, breathing in the steam and thinking of her handsome stud. Her hand unwrapping her towel, she reached for her breasts,.