I handcuffed her and shackled her bare feet. It was time for her to go to her cell. It was the horniest I had ever been as I walked her down the cold ...pavement. She complained about her bare feet on the cold concrete. I smacked her ass and told her to shut up. She was a very obedient inmate. Many inmates whistled at her on the walk. She started to cry. She knew she would have to lick a lot of pussy to survive. We finally got to her cell, where I threw her to the ground and locked her up. I came. She stood outside the bathroom door dressed only in a towel, waiting for him to get out so she could get ready. She'd eventually barged in, only to find him hunched over, beating his meat in the shower. Her entry had startled him, and when he stood up his head hit the shower head, causing it to drench her. Her hands had come up and the towel fell. There had been a lot of yelling. "I remember" she said. Then she laughed. "You were so pissed that I interrupted you!"Mark grinned. "And you were. He led the young man along a corridor and down a staircase to a lower floor.Lilah still dangled from the iron frame.Her waist was by now laced down to a tight 18 inches. Her long legs stood slightly spread on thigh high, tall heeled leather boots.They deliciously pushed up her naked ass.Her eyes were closed. On her face was a sight never seen before: she smiled. Lilah Morgan had smiled herself away into a pink, hazy world. A world she would not have known existed a few days ago. And more than. She noticed my erection as well. I stayed at the same place (at the bathroom door) where he stayed earlier and asked my wife to bend down at the same angle. Then only I realized that her thighs too were visible in the mirror.I told my wife and kissed her to reduce her excitement and anger. But her response was totally different. She kissed my back and pushed me on the bed. When she climbed on my stomach to kiss me, I realized the wetness down her.I touched my wife’s vagina to double-check it..