Lee gets sent to prison for dealing drugs, and Monica goes to visit him for the first time. She finds out that her husband made a deal with a guard so that her husband can fuck her during her visit... if the guard can fuck her after he's done.
Monica and Lee grew up in Abernathy... a small town in the northern tip of the Texas panhandle. They got married young... pretty much right out of high school... and began a hand-to-mouth existence of pedestrian jobs and extremely limited small-town social activities, while living in a tiny starter home just outside of town.
They had been married for nearly three years, when Lee got arrested and convicted for dealing drugs out of the auto body shop in Lubbock where he worked... then got sentenced to forty-eight months at the Texas State Penitentiary in Huntsville.
After he was sent away, Lee called Monica from jail about twice a week, and... with little else going on in Abernathy... she actually looked forward to his phone calls. She didn’t always make the best decisions for herself... especially when it came to Lee... she just always seemed to be easily persuaded to do whatever he wanted her to do. So... about six months after he was sent to prison... when Lee asked her to move closer to Huntsville so she could visit him during his incarceration... she did.
Without giving it much thought, Monica quit her job, packed up what little she had, and moved to a trailer park in Dobbin, Texas... about 45 minutes south of the Huntsville prison. In a few days, she was able to get a retail job at a local Walmart store, and then arranged to visit Lee during visiting hours on the first week day she wasn’t scheduled to work.
The last time Lee had called her, he’d told Monica how much he missed seeing her and being with her... and that six months was a long time to go without playing with her tits, or pounding his hard cock into her tight pussy. Monica had giggled as Lee went on and on about how much he missed fucking her... she loved that he was a boob-man, and that hers always got him worked up whenever he got his hands on them. With a quiet sigh, she had to admit that she was still a bit under his spell... even though he was kind of a shit... and she couldn’t deny that she liked that he was thinking about her while he was in prison.
They had talked sexy talk for a few more minutes, then... with a lecherous grin in his voice... Lee asked her to wear a sexy outfit when she came to visit him... something low-cut, and form-fitting... and no bra... preferably a short skirt, too.
Always anxious to please him, Monica had agreed.
On the visitation date, she dressed in a light-weight, floral-print, mini-sundress that hugged her torso... with a plunging neckline and skinny spaghetti straps that did nothing to restrain her large, 36DD breasts... along with a flowing skirt that came to about the middle of her thighs, and draped loosely around her legs. She didn’t wear a bra... just as Lee had requested... which left her heavy boobs jiggling enticingly beneath her dress, and her thick nipples pressing obvious bumps into the thin, cotton fabric.
She finished off her outfit with 3” heels that she knew showed off her shapely legs... then pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail... grabbed her purse, and jumped into her car for the 45 minute drive to Huntsville.
Monica had never been inside a prison before, and she immediately felt uncomfortable as she stood in line with some of the other visitors... noticing that almost all of them were women. Together they moved through the various entry gates... like cattle... then entered the main foyer, where several male intake guards were checking visitors before letting them into the inmate visitation room.
She saw that several of the visitors... clearly most of the women... were being taken into small rooms off to the side of the entrance hall to be searched before being allowed to visit the prisoners they’d come to see.
When it was her turn, an intake guard took her purse and put it in a small locker off to their left, then took her by the elbow, and steered her to one of the side rooms to be searched. It was a fairly small, windowless room... with nothing but a single chair near the middle of the floor.
Once the door was closed, the guard stared at her barely covered breasts... smiled wickedly... and said, “Now this is why I love my job... go ahead and stand over there, and put your hands on top of your head... interlacing your fingers.”
Monica stood on the spot in front of the chair where he had pointed, and did what she was told, while the guard stepped up close behind her. He reached around and began squeezing and fondling her tits through her thin dress, as he whispered in her ear, “We have to be sure you don’t have any contraband, now don’t we...”
Monica tried to turn away, and said, “Hey... w-what the fuck... you can’t do that.”
The guard grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled her head back... hard... as he re-positioned her in front of him... and, again, reached around from behind with one hand and roughly grabbed a handful of soft boob flesh.
He growled, “In here, I’m in charge... if you’re smart, you’ll stand there and do what I tell you... and, if you’re a good girl, I’ll allow you into the visiting room to see your inmate.”
He released her ponytail, and added, “Now, put your hands on top of your head, and interlace your fingers.”
With a muted whimper, Monica did what she was told, as the guard moved closer to her... so close that she could feel the lump in the front of his pants against her butt.
Still reaching around from behind, he used both hands to grope her tits... then slipped his hands inside the front of her dress... pulling the stretchy material off to the side and exposing her breasts. As her boobs sprung free, he grabbed both of them... squeezing and massaging... then finding her thick nipples, and pulling on them... hard... making her let out a surprised yelp... as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against her ass cheeks through her dress.
The guard looked over her shoulder at his fingers pulling and tweaking her stiffening nipples, mumbling, “Damn, these are nice... look how long and thick they are... fuck me, I could play with them all day...”
Monica didn’t say anything, but continued to whimper softly, as he kept pinching and teasing her taut nipples... a bit surprised that they were actually responding to his rough hands playing with them.
After caressing and pulling on her heavy boobs and firm nipples for a while, the guard reluctantly released her tits, and told her to bend over and put her hands on her knees.
When Monica had done this, the guard flipped the hem of her short skirt up onto her lower back, and pulled her g-string panties down to her knees. Monica whined a bit, but continued to do as she was told.
Then the guard sat in the chair behind her and spread Monica’s ass cheeks... admiring the pink gash between her pussy lips, and the dark, puckered ring of her asshole.
“Holy shit, you have a gorgeous pussy, girl... and that asshole is tight!”
Then, without preamble, he shoved two fingers past her labia, and deep into her vagina, mumbling, “For fuck sake... you’re wet... goddamn, girl... I didn’t expect that.”
Monica didn’t understand why she was wet, but she could tell that he was right about that.
After sliding his fingers in and out of her moist pussy for a while, the guard removed them... then immediately shoved one of his fingers into her butt hole... causing Monica to let out another yelp. She closed her eyes and held her breath, as he plunged his finger in and out several times... ostensibly ‘searching for hidden contraband’.
The guard chuckled softly... he was enjoying himself. Monica was one of the more attractive women he’d had to search on visiting days at the prison... and she had one of the nicest bodies... and easily the best pair of boobs... he’d seen in a long time.
But... there were more visitors to check out, so he reluctantly pulled his finger out of her asshole... slapped her on the ass... and said, “Okay... pull your panties up and put your tits away.” Then he smirked, and added, “... and be quick about it... there are a bunch of ladies in line out there, just waiting for me to search them.”
As Monica pulled up her panties... doing the best she could to cover her pussy lips with the tiny flap of cloth that was her g-string... the guard stood up from his chair and moved around in front of her... fondling her breasts as they swayed back in forth between them, while she tried to tuck them back inside the front of her low-cut dress.
When she had put herself back together, the guard opened the door, and led her to the door of the main prisoner visitation room... opened it, and nudge her through.
The visitation room was set up almost like a dining hall... including several square tables placed around the room... all of them bolted to the floor... with four plastic chairs at each one.
Once she got into the bigger room, the guard responsible for monitoring prisoner visitations got her attention and pointed her toward an empty table off to her left, while the intake guard returned to the entry hall to search the next woman in line.
As she walked toward the table he’d indicated, she saw him take a long, appreciative look at her wobbling boobs. She could feel her face flushing a bit... she knew her nipples were stiffer than usual, and poking big bumps in the top of her sundress... and it was pretty obvious that the guard had taken notice.
When she got to her appointed table, she took a look around the room and saw several other occupied tables... usually by an inmate and a woman... sitting close to each other and appearing to chat quietly.
After sitting for a minute, or so, she got her bearings, and had settled in to wait for Lee to join her.... when a movement caught her eye at the table next to hers. When she looked closer, she saw that the woman sitting next to that inmate was obviously giving him a handjob under the table.
Monica’s eyebrows popped up in disbelief... then her gaze swept the room again, and she noticed that several other hands were surreptitiously jerking off other cocks under some of the other tables, too... and that some of the women’s tits were partially exposed so the inmate could covertly fondle them.
With a surprised look on her face, she glanced over at the guard in charge, and saw that he had a sly, lecherous grin on his face, as he looked around the room... his eyes periodically stopping to watch some of the naked boobs and handjob action taking place under several of the tables. Obviously, he was aware of it, and was allowing it to happen.
Monica was still a bit incredulous about what she’d witnessed so far, when Lee was let into the room by another guard... and, grinning broadly... quickly made his way over to where she sat.
They kissed and hugged, then sat down and began talking about what was going on in Lee’s life as a prisoner, and how Monica was doing in Dobbin. After chatting for just a few minutes, Lee grabbed her hand and pulled it under the table... placing it on his crotch, where his prick was already beginning to stiffen in anticipation.
“God, it’s good to see you, hon... you can’t imagine how lonely it is in here.”
Monica blushed, but... considering what she’d seen going on around the room... it was obvious that no one was paying much attention to them... so, she figured it was OK to rub his dick a little, as they continued to chat.
All the inmates were wearing what appeared to be blue scrubs... like what doctors wear in hospitals... which was basically a simple, shapeless top, and loose bottoms with a draw string that tied at the waist.
Like the others in the room getting handjobs, Lee untied the drawstring on his pants, then pulled the elastic waist band down past his growing hard-on, so Monica could grab it with her hand and stroke it.
He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, as Monica continued to glance furtively around the room, while sliding her hand up and down his thickening penis... up to the head... then down to the base... again and again... feeling it expand and stiffen in her pumping fist.
As she continued to jerk Lee’s growing boner, Monica leaned over and whispered, “I didn’t think it was allowed for wives to jerk off their husbands during visits in prison.”
Lee chuckled, and said, “Guards and inmates make deals all the time... everyone getting a handjob has given the guards money from their commissary funds, or some type of contraband, for them to let it happen. Plus, the guards seem to get a kick out of watching the inmates getting jerked off.”
The guard monitoring the room stepped a bit closer to their table and cleared his throat... getting both of their attention. Monica saw Lee and the guard exchange conspiratorial smiles... then the guard subtly nodded his head over toward one of the small rooms just off the visiting area... usually used for prisoners meeting with their lawyers.
Lee continued grinning, as he tucked his cock back into his pants... then grabbed Monica’s hand, and led her to the small side room that the guard had indicated.
It was a plain, unremarkable space... with a table bolted to the floor in the middle of the room, and two chairs... no windows, except the tiny rectangular one in the door at eye level. There was a small waste basket placed in a corner, and a box of tissues sitting on the table... which Monica figured was to wipe away tears when lawyer meetings didn’t go well.
Lee led his wife over to the table, and lifted her onto it... then quickly pulled both of her tits out from the front of her sundress, and released them... watching them sway back and forth between them. After a moment of just watching them jiggle, Lee bent forward and drew one of her nipples into his mouth... tugging and nibbling on it with his lips and teeth. At the same time, he used both hands to reach between her legs... and, with a little help from Monica lifting her butt... pulled off her panties, and tossed them onto the table next to where she sat.
He fondled her boobs with one hand... squeezing the soft orbs, and sucking her firm, thick nipples into his mouth... one after the other... while at the same time, using his other hand to slide his fingers up and down the slippery, wet gash between her pussy lips.
Monica moaned and leaned back a little, putting her hands on the table behind her for support. Lee happily played with her breasts and vagina... mumbling, “Holy shit, hon... your tits feel great... and your pussy is wet as fuck... my God, I’ve missed this.”
After a few minutes of fondling, Lee dropped into the chair behind him, and yanked the elastic top of his pants down, so that he could reach in and pull out his throbbing dick. With glazed eyes darting back and forth between Monica’s round, fleshy boobs... stiff nipples... and glistening pussy lips, he began stroking his cock, and said, “Damn, you’re hot as fuck, Mon... just sit there for a second and let me look at you.”
Monica blushed a bit, but actually enjoyed the feeling of Lee’s hungry eyes devouring her like that... so she spread her legs a little wider, and gently shook her shoulders so that her heavy breasts swayed and wobbled back and forth... relishing the euphoric look in Lee’s eyes as he jerked his boner, while staring at her jiggling tits and exposed snatch.
Smiling playfully, Monica reached between her legs with one hand, and slowly parted her moist pussy lips... causing her stiffening clitoris to poke its head out from between her fingers.
Lee grinned, as he pumped his rigid hard-on and stared at Monica’s naked body and teasing fingers, mumbling, “Yeah... do that... fuck, Mon... that’s so damn sexy...”
Just then, a movement caught Monica’s attention... when she looked to her right to see what it was, she could see the guard looking through the little rectangular window in the door.
With her hand still between her legs, and her swollen clit still exposed, she whispered, “Lee... I think that guard is watching us through the little window.”
Still jerking his straining erection, Lee said, “Don’t worry about it, hon.... he’s just doing his job... we made a deal.”
Monica didn’t have time to ask “What kind of deal?” before Lee reached up, and pulled her off the table. He maneuvered her over to where he sat... so that her legs were straddling his lap... her slick, wet pussy poised directly above his rigid pole. He grabbed her hips, and lowered her onto his raging hard-on... then began bouncing her up and down on his stiff boner.
For a moment Monica forgot about the guard watching them through the window, as Lee’s cock entered her vagina... causing her to let out a low, guttural moan... then grunts of pleasure, as it pushed further and further into her drenched cunt with every one of her downward lunges. As he used his hands on her hips to pick up the pace, Monica’s big tits bounced around between them... slapping again and again into Lee’s grinning face.
Monica hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed having a stiff prick slamming in and out of her pussy, so as Lee’s erection pounded away inside her, she closed her eyes and relished the tingly sensations coursing through her body.
Unfortunately, it had been six long months since Lee’s cock had been inside a woman... or had soft, plush boobs pressed against his cheeks... so it didn’t take long before he caught his breath... then grabbed her hips... grunted... and blasted several ropes of warm, creamy splooge all over the walls of Monica’s dripping wet cunt.
Lee kept pounding his raging hard-on in and out of Monica’s vagina... pumping more and more spunk into her overflowing pussy... then kept at it, even after his nutsack was empty... as she wrapped her arms around his head, and pulled his face hard into her cushiony breasts.
While Lee continued rocking his hips and pumping his stiff erection into her vagina, Monica glanced over to the window again, and saw that the guard was still watching... and smiling... as Lee finished cumming, then slowed down his thrusting cock.
Her attention was again drawn away from the guard watching them, when Lee pulled her off his fading boner, and pushed her down to her knees between his legs, saying, “Go ahead and clean me off, hon... I don’t think we have much time left.”
As Monica sucked Lee’s slimy prick into her mouth, and began using her tongue and lips to clean it off, he said, “That was fucking incredible, Monica... holy shit, it felt great to be inside you again.”
Just then, the guard rapped three times on the door, and mumbled, “Times up”.
With a heavy sigh, Lee shoved his spent penis back into his pants, while Monica reached for a tissue and cleaned up between her legs... realizing with a sardonic grin that she’d been wrong about what the box of tissues was for.
Lee stood up from the chair... then bent over and kissed each of his wife’s nipples, as she finished wiping away the cum dripping out of her gaping pussy. As she began shoving her tits back into her dress, and slipping on her g-string, Lee said, “You stay here, hon... the guard will come back in a few minutes to get you.”
Lee kissed her on the cheek, then opened the door. He and the guard grinned at each other, and exchanged nods... then the guard led him out of the visiting room and back to general population, while Monica sat in one of the chairs and waited for the guard to return.
She mused that it wasn’t all that great of a fuck from her perspective. Sure, it always felt good to have a hard cock pumping in and out of her pussy... but it hadn’t lasted that long, and she hadn’t been able to climax. So, she couldn’t deny that she’d been left a bit unsatisfied... still wet, still horny... and definitely a bit disappointed.
But, Lee seemed happy, so she decided her visit had served its purpose.
About seven minutes later the guard returned and stepped into the room. Monica looked up at him with a questioning eyes when she saw him shut the door behind him.
He asked her if she had a nice visit... Monica blushed, and said, “Y-yes... very nice”, then noticed he was taking off his utility belt as he spoke.
Monica got nervous, and her eyebrows shot up when she saw him unzip his pants. She mumbled, “W-what are you doing?”
The guard grinned and said, “Your husband didn’t tell you?” Then he laughed, and added, “We made a deal... he gets to fuck you in one of the lawyer meeting rooms, and... in exchange... I get to fuck you before I take you back to the main entry hall.”
As the guard walked over toward where she was sitting, he pulled out his already semi-hard cock, and began stroking it, adding, “He could’ve just given me a few bucks to let you jerk him off out in the main visiting room, but he wanted a full-on conjugal visit... so, now it’s my turn.”
Monica’s eyes got bigger, and she found herself at a loss for words, as the guard approached her... his surprisingly big erection getting longer, and thicker, as he continued pumping it with his fist.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the guard’s stiffening pole as he came closer... it was fucking huge... and still growing... as he moved in front of her... and stood there, with his hands on his hips, and a shit-eating grin on his face.
Monica was totally flummoxed.... she couldn’t believe what was happening... or how big the guard’s throbbing hard-on was. It was easily the biggest penis she’d ever seen... long and thick... with a veiny shaft, and a wide, bulbous head that seemed to be as big as his fist.
Staring at the enormous prick swaying back and forth in front of her face, she sputtered, “B-but... I... n-no... we shouldn’t... but... w-wait....”
Appearing to enjoy her consternation, the guard chuckled... then shoved the tip of his prick into her mouth... causing her to gag and struggle a bit, as she tried to accommodate his swollen cock. With a wicked smile on his face, he grabbed her ponytail at the back of her head, and held it tight, as he began shoving his fully erect boner back and forth in earnest... stuffing as much as possible into her warm, wet mouth... grunting softly, and rambling on about how good it felt.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good... uhn... uhn... yeah, just like that.... just like that... uhn... damn, that’s incredible...”
Monica’s eyes watered as she tried desperately to accommodate the guard’s engorged hard-on. It was so much bigger than Lee’s... and she could only get about half of it into her mouth. She reached up with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft... then began jerking it back and forth, while sucking on the mushroom-shaped tip of his erection.
The guard mumbled, “Holy shit, you’re really good at this”, then released her ponytail, and used both hands to pull her heavy boobs out of her low-cut dress... fondling and squeezing her pendulous breasts... and pulling on her stiff nipples... as she continued bobbing her head back and forth on his rock-hard penis.
After enjoying Monica’s slick, wet mouth sliding back and forth on his stiff dick for a while, the guard took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to her feet... then lifted her onto the edge of the table. He grabbed her tits, and roughly pushed her... until she was laying on her back, with her legs spread wide apart. He yanked the hem of her dress up to her waist... then tore her panties off... tossing them onto the table next to her.
He grinned as he noticed that her pussy was already soaking wet... either from getting fucked by her husband, or from sucking on his cock... hell, maybe both. Then, with a muffled grunt, he gripped the shaft of his cock, and shoved it into her drenched vagina with one massive thrust.
Monica let out a yelp when he entered her... then began moaning softly as his enormous prick slid deeper and deeper into her tight, sodden pussy... stretching her cunt in incredible and unexpected ways. She was totally surprised by how good it felt.... the guard’s huge boner hitting all the right spots inside her... and sending warm, tingly tentacles of pleasure throughout her entire body.
As he picked up the pace, Monica closed her eyes... grunting in rhythm with his thrusting hips... her heavy breasts flailing back and forth, and slapping into her chin with every one of his forward lunges.
Monica’s mind couldn’t focus, as her tits thrashed around on her chest, and the guard’s cock slammed back and forth between her legs.... all she could think was, “Holy shit... I’ve never been fucked like this before.”
With the guard’s thick, veiny shaft rubbing deliciously against her distended clitoris... and her heavy breasts bouncing wildly back and forth... Monica could feel a massive climax building between her legs.
A moment later, she suddenly caught her breath... let out a guttural groan... and creamed all over the guard’s pounding prick, as an amazing, intense orgasm coursed through her body... from clit to nipple, and back again.
Monica murmured, “Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, yeah... yeah.... uhn.... oh, fuck... aaahhhh, shit...”, as her powerful climax washed over her like an ocean wave crashing onto the beach.
The guard laughed as he watched her enjoy her orgasm... then pulled his cock out of her vagina, and stepped back... telling her to climb off the table and suck his dick again.
With glassy eyes and wobbly legs, she did what she was told... kneeling between his legs, and eagerly sucking the tip of his boner into her mouth. She used one hand to stroke his glistening shaft... and the other hand to fondle his dangling nut sack.
With his hands on his hips, the guard looked down on Monica kneeling in front of him... grinning lasciviously... as he watched her heavy boobs and long ponytail sway back and forth in rhythm with her pumping fist and bobbing head.
After a few moments, the guard pulled her back up to her feet... then spun her around, and bent her over the table... pushing on her back, so that her large, fleshy breasts were squashed against the table top. He lined up the tip of his engorged penis with her dripping wet vagina opening... then leaned forward... slamming his huge cock into her pussy from behind.
Monica let out a surprised yelp... then moaned softly as the guard rocked his hips... shoving his rigid pole further and further into her sloppy wet pussy with every forward lunge.
He began hammering his turgid boner in and out of Monica’s drenched cunt... jolting her body with every one of his powerful thrusts. She grabbed the edge of the table for support... grunting and mumbling expletives from the force of his plunging hard-on.
Still smiling to himself, the guard grabbed her ponytail, and pulled her head back... raising her shoulders, and causing her flailing tits to dangle over the top of the table... slapping into each other... over and over... the tips of her stiff nipples grazing the top of the table as they swung about beneath her.
With one hand still holding tightly to her long ponytail, the guard used his other hand to reach around and grab handfuls of boob flesh... squeezing and pawing them... then finding her thick, firm nipples and pulling on them... hard... as he continued to rail her dripping wet vagina from behind.
Monica suddenly caught her breath... and let out a muted cry... as she launched into another unexpected orgasm... causing her legs to tremble, and her voice to crack, as she exclaimed, “Holy shit... what the fuck are you doing to me... my God, that feels good... for fuck sake, keep going... yeah, like that... yeah... oh, fuck...“
The guard laughed again, as he heard Monica cumming and watched her body quivering on the table. Groaning and mewling unintelligibly, she pushed her hips back into every one of his forward thrusts... and creamed all over his pounding prick.
Grinning to himself, he grabbed her hips, and shoved his thick boner deep inside her cunt... then pulled it out to the tip... and slammed it back in again... jolting her body, and causing her to let out a loud grunt, as her body shook against the unmoving table.
Still grinning, he did it again... plowing his stiff rod back into her pussy like a cudgel... rocking her body again, and prompting another loud grunt from Monica.
The guard did the same thing several more times... causing Monica to moan and grunt with every one of his jabs. Then he crammed his thick erection as far as it would go inside her... and held it there for a few moments... listening to Monica moan and murmur her pleasure, as she relished her slowly fading climax.
When her legs stopped shaking, the guard released her ponytail... then grabbed her hips, and resumed slamming his thick pole in and out of her totally drenched pussy again. He picked up the pace... jarring her body with every one of his powerful thrusts... until he caught his breath... let out a guttural moan... and blasted rope after rope of hot, creamy spunk deep inside Monica’s overflowing cunt.
The guard kept hammering away from behind... even after he was done cumming... then stood between her spread legs, and shoved his stiff cock as far into her pussy as it would go... enjoying his lingering orgasm, and mumbling about how tight Monica’s pussy was.
After spending a few minutes to catch his breath, the guard stepped back... pulling his still hard boner out of Monica’s gaping vagina.
Still breathing hard, he stood behind Monica and looked admiringly over her trembling body... splayed out in front of him... her legs still spread wide... her feet barely touching the floor... the top of her body draped over the table, with her heavy breasts squashed beneath her.
He watched as she continued to gasp for air... trying to catch her breath... as their combined cum and pussy juices trickled down the inside of her thighs, and dripped onto the floor from her overflowing snatch.
With a satisfied smile on his face, the guard stood with his now semi-hard cock dangling between his legs, and told Monica to get off the table and clean him off.
Wobbling slightly, Monica crawled off the table... knelt in front of the guard... and sucked the tip of his slimy penis into her mouth. Using her lips and tongue, she cleaned off this long, thick shaft... then used her hand to squeeze out the last few drops of cum from his nutsack, before licking them away.
As the guard tucked his softening prick back inside his pants, and pulled up his zipper, he chuckled and said, “Nice job... I’ll have to let Lee know how good you did.” Then he laughed, and added, “Now that I’ve gotten to know you better... I think I got the better part of our deal.”
Monica blushed, and didn’t say anything, as she grabbed some tissues from the table and wiped between her legs... then adjusted her dress back into place, and tucked her jiggling boobs back into her top. She picked up her ruined panties off the table... frowned at their torn uselessness... then tossed them into the waste basket, along with the crumpled tissues.
Still grinning broadly, the guard put his utility belt back on, squeezed one of Monica’s tits one last time... then opened the door and walked her toward the exit from the visiting room. He held the door for her as she walked past him... then slapped her butt cheek... chuckled, and said, “See you next time, sweetie.”
Monica retrieved her purse from the locker, then walked out to her car on shaky legs... still in a bit of shock from what had just transpired.
As she turned the key in her ignition, a smile slowly spread across her face... and she thought to herself that maybe visiting Lee every week was going to be more enjoyable than she’d expected.