"You were sentenced to 5 years here and that's that. It ain't my job to convict, it's my job to make sure ya'll don't kill each other in there." She l...ans in now "And as long as that don't happen, I don't care what else does..." Emily is quiet now. She realizes it's best to just listen."Now, this is an all female prison, guards and inmates a like, so you won't be seeing a cock for miles. That's the good news, men are no good no how...But don't let that get you thinking this prison is any sort. Fear overtook her. I think she believed in her heart that I was actually going to strangle her to death while fucking her in the middle of the woods. her eyes bugged out of her head and she immediately started to claw at the rope around her throat. I tightened it and I tightened it. As we fucked there on the ground... Her face down trying to pull the rope off of her throat... Me pulling on that rope and her hair... I wished I left her tied to the tree when I was doing this. But no matter.After. For one, I didn’t buy the toys that I owned, they were all gifts from my friends at my bridal shower, and I had thought of them as gag gifts. They served their purpose of making me blush and making all the other woman at the party whoop and laugh, but once everyone had left, I had put them in a box and tried to forget about them. It’s not that I’m a prude or anything, I’m just not really into masturbating. I didn't answer Emma, just got the key from my nightstand and unlocked the box. Once it. After church, Jill mixed up a hot rum punch (with less rum) while I was starting a fire in the fireplace. When she brought in the large mugs of punch, I couldn't help sighing over how idyllic the scene seemed! The warm glow of a crackling fire, the sparkling tree, the pleasant scent of pine mixed with the smell of rum and Jill's exquisite perfume, and especially the sight of beautiful Aunt Jill and her long, nyloned legs shimmering in the firelight. I thought to myself, "Now this is what I call.