"Clean my cock so I'm presentable to my boss." Billie went right to work sucking up the creamy remnants of this morning's special breakfast from his jailer Daddy. Then Billie gently put his cock away and said, "Thank you, Daddy." As Tom walked out smiling he threw a candy bar on the cell floor at Billie's feet. Payment for services rendered. "Keep that asspussy nice and fat for me, Cocksucker." Tom bellowed. Although he tattoo was feeling much more relieved, Tom was dreading this week because the inmates had been dangerously rowdy, as of late. Camelot's S.O.R.T. Team's (Special Operations Response Team) threat assessment was extremely high. Due to the fact that they had just finished a major sweep of the facility, leaving several gang leaders in Ad.- Seg. and their followers without leadership. Just as he walked past the front desk, Officer Joe returned with a fresh cup of coffee smiling, "Everything alright, Sarge?" Tom shook his head and walked into the hallway. Past his office to the outside gate. Walking across the courtyard, Sgt. Belial walked into the female dorm, G tear. There was a female officer standing next to room 1-K. (Officer Gear) and one at 1- T.( Officer King) � Tom had been told there had been a fight last night. The two straight inmates in question were Shantay (454569) and Hillary (454570). blowjob Shantay was a regular to Camelot and was doing time for domestic assault. Hillary was a first-timer and skinny was in on a marijuana charge. "Discipline Time, ladies," Tom screamed through the tear. Walking up to 1-T cell door, Tom asked Officer King if the inmate had been good, overnight. Shantay is a small African/American firecracker of a girl, � who loves to run the cell block. She will attempt to intimidate or fight any inmate who threatens that title. Five shaved foot six and one hundred and thirteen pounds of a mouthy street smart girl. She has been in and out of Camelot for ten years since she had turned eighteen. Sgt. Belial and the female officers have learned in time, that some corporal punishment serves Shantay very well. "I'm always good, Sarge. But when I'm not you like me better." Then she shoved her tongue deep skinny inside my pussy and that did it for me. But it’s how the music makes you feel, how it reaches you, that matters. My new location isn’t a very welcoming place. I pretty much set a tattoo land speed record racing back to the store, I straight walked in and apologized for the flat tire, shaved my boss said it was OK, then allowed me to cash out and take off from work, as I left the store. Rusty escorted Sheila and me back to the meeting room, and if she had followed me any closer, we could have shared the same underwear. No wonder every woman prefers flesh and blood cock to limp, wooden dicks!” John spotted us first. She gasped when I did that. My vision cleared to see a hundred or more mature women ripping off their clothing. She doesn’t really talk about anything ever other than about god and even that stopped since the accident. Aunt Sheen seemed to push back against my hand, making me realize that she liked my touch. He met her eyes, felt himself blush. It's just not a choice I'd consider. She struggled to reach for the fire still, burning the tip of her middle finger. The orgasmic throes beneath him finally pushed him over the edge, and he felt his cock burst like a poorly built dyke after a hurricane. “But there's something to be said about a pair of perky, natural tits like Basira's, too.” Then I put the big padlock over it, as was usual when we spent time together at Aunt Sheen’s house. As the various groups moved to their positions I began channeling my power into my staff. Doris was sitting upright on the couch, with Joe beside her. She looked at me and approached. I asked Patrick and Heidi to stay for dinner, but they already had dinner plans with Patrick’s Mother who blowjob lives out on the beach. “And she kept it?” I kissed her ass cheek. Harry looked up into her eyes. His balls smacked into my taint. He said yes, of course.