I place my hands on the outer edge, my arms flat to the desk surface, which is cold and feels good to my overheated body.I'm standing, stomach touchin... the inner edge of the desk as you pull up the tank, just under my breasts, exposing my bare ass. You move your foot between my feet and spread them, opening my leg span more than shoulder-width apart. My breath increases, my cream thickens and is evident on my inner thighs. You stand behind me and before beginning, you use one hand to grip my. He looked dark skinned, possibly Asian, it was difficult to tell with him standing in the door. The woman shuffled in, bearing a mug which she handed to me. I drank. It was more of the honey flavoured syrup.She chuckled to me, waving me to follow as she moved back toward the door. At the door the guard held out his hands. A pair of handcuffs extended toward me. The old woman nodded her head and I let him put the handcuffs on me. We walked back down the corridor in the same direction as before,. Around 36 years old only 5 feet tall black in colour,skinny, not well dressed and covered in sweat.. But I was attracted….She had a beautiful lips which was brownish pink and She was a hard working women. In her light green blouse I saw a beautiful sculpture of breast which was big enough and perfect in shape.Her ass was round with good shape.. She was beautiful in a sexual way. We had a normal conversation. She was very friendly and talkative. She told me that she is a house wife.Her husband. Some laugh and jeer at me while others weep for me. How I long for the anonymity and freedom of wearing those same masks at Mardi Gras. They protected me then. But even they cannot be used to hide me from what I have done. The worst of it is the animals. The stuffed animals mock me in their silence. They sit high upon their shelf looking down on me. Once we were the best of friends. We played baseball and camped out. We shared our deepest secrets in the strictest of confidence. When there was.