Mene 2 ungli daali aur jor se hilane lga, anguthe se uske chut ka daana bhi masal rha tha, wo maje le rahi thi. Me jor jor se uska daana ragadne laga,...wo aur tadapane lagi, me aur tez ho gaya, aur use orgasm aa gya, uska orgasm chal rha tha, par mere hath nai ruke the, me aur jor se uski chut me ungli daal ke hila raha tha, wo ab chilla rahi thi, rukne ke liye keh rahi thi, me boht josh me tha, rukana nai chahta tha, use ek aur orgasm aagya. Fr me ruka thodi der, use nanga badan meri aag badha. Now standing in front of prisoner #113, he held in his large right hand, a filthy fly covered bowl. Never cleaned out in all the years he had worked as a guard in the ‘cells’. In his other hand he held the steel branding tool he would soon use on this sweet enslaved woman.……A woman still somewhat new to the dungeon, only just finishing her third month of a thirty six month sentence. She had been fun to incarcerate, to indoctrinate, into the ways of the prison. Screaming out of her innocence,. Returning to the doorway, she was in time to greet the Bradleys as they were escorted down the jetway by the ramp supervisor. As they came towards her, she was pleased that she had done the last-minute checking. Obviously, the Bradleys were important people.They came on board the aircraft and the supervisor said, "Mrs. Adams, I would like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Bradley. They will be with you on the flight out to Hawaii today."Cathy saw the woman's jaw drop. She said, "But you ... you're .... Her lips were the medicine my heart yearned. Soft hands reached up to my face, holding me gently as our tongues entwined. I felt a presence behind me, realizing through my new hunger that it was my sweet princess. She lent close to my ear, "What do you have to lose? Take a chance little Kasey," she whispered. I sat unresisting as my belt was undone, my thoughts a whirlwind of ignored caution and lust. My tormentor pulled away slowly, the smile on her face mimicking my own. "See that's better..