Go hop in the passenger side." Without a word I forced myself into his cab and he leaned his seat back and started to undo his belt when he stopped. "...Tell you what. You want it, so you fetch it out." All I could think to say was "Yessir" I reached over to undo his belt and his jeans, realizing now there's no backing out of this, so I might as well go all in. I reached in and grabbed his man meat and held it for a second, realizing what I'm getting into the more and more i feel of it. I whipped. My assignment was to enter Coaxville’s State Correctional Facility as the estranged wife of Logan Stiles. An agent who was strategically transferred there from another facility over two years ago to infiltrate and gather information about the Warden Daniel Weekes. Warden Weekes was using his position at the prison to conduct and promote prison fighting with other facilities and their prisoners. In recent months the fighting incidents had become more frequent and more aggressive due to the. I turned off the engine and hopped out of my Mustang. I walked up behind her and leaned down. She still hadn't noticed me ,I guess, so I whispered into her ear, "Need a ride?"She wasn't even startled. She turned to me with her eyes sparkling and said "Sure, let's go."I didn't expect that. I offered her my elbow and when she touched my arm it felt like electric sparks. My cock lifted it's head in response and I mentally willed it down. She must have noticed though, because she licked her lips. I fitted four nails with short red ribbons and asked everyone to clear a path to the far door. I carved a shallow circle, about the size of my head, in the oak door then went to the other side of the room."This is a valuable weapon to assist a warrior overrun with enemies." I closed my eyes and opened my mind, visualizing the door, seeing the motions of my movements, seeing the iron nails inside the circle. I extended my arm throwing with everything I had into the door, time after time hitting.