I turned back and forth like I was fighting her, but I really loved every second of it.Suddenly, with her superior weight and strength, she turned me ...around, took my arm pulling it back and upward in a hammerlock, while she held my own firm ass cheeks up close against her thighs. "Okay! You're hurting me!" I said."Are you sorry you called me a tart?", she asked. I giggled. "I'm sorry." She released me, hugged me to her and slapped my butt several times, stinging slaps, but her delicious breasts. He was possibly 4-5 inches, cut and had neat, trimmed pubic hair. I shoved his dick into my mouth and licked around his head, watching his facial expressions on his face as he demanded 'MORE BOY MORE!'. He was quivering from the feeling and I could tell he liked it, his groans were getting heavier and heavier. He pushed me to the side and ripped down my trousers. He shoved his hard, thick shaft in my ass and boy did it hurt but it felt great. His dick was sensational, my legs were wrapped. You are late,” she said without wavering. “Actually I am a day early. Who are you and where is Mitch?” He said annoyed. “I am Miss Gretchen Campbell. I am the NEW manager of the mall,” she smiled sarcastically. “Well Miss Campbell, anytime I have played Santa here, I was always given tomorrow as the day to start. It is your mistake for not telling me YOU have changed the contract I have with the mall owner, Mitch,” Nick gloated. “Erm… well… I…” she stammered. “You didn’t realize I had a. No, I was covered. Well, I was legally covered.“What wasn’t covered was the prison’s rumor mill. Other cons in our block knew about it. They were not in a position to publicize anything, but they knew. I’d gotten looks from the gays and various gang members ever since mister Miranda had essentially womanized me. But, the very small and almost insignificant upside to the whole matter was that I was being left alone, mostly. There was still the occasional blow job that I was required to provide.