When I looked back up at her, Janice, or Pam rather, was ignoring me to scribble quickly on a pad of colorful paper she had taken from the top of my, ...Amy's, teenage desk clutter. She discarded the papers right and left, almost as rapidly as her pen could move. Some of them had only a mark or two on them. It all seemed very mysterious, and probably magical.But as I tip-toed around the room, careful not to step on any of Janice's etchings, I was reminded just how real all this was. My new. At a desk to one side, next to what was evidently the door to a parallel corridor serving the cells themselves, a bored guard sat, working away at a cross-word puzzle. Manilla folders were piled up on the desk in three trays, Incoming, Outgoing, Storage. Rick walked across to the desk and picked up one of the folders from the tray marked Storage. "Here you go," he said, passing it to me, "these are the sort of records we keep."It was the file for the girl I had helped capture. On the front the. After a moment she tried to get up, only to find here self strapped to whatever she was laying on. As she moved her arms and legs find they were strapped down. As she considered this she now noticed that she was clad in only here blue bra and matching panties. Now, she slowly started to panic. Did some bondage go wrong with her boyfriend? No, that didn't seem right, this was not his bedroom.“If you are trying to figure out what happened, I can tell you,” A female voice said behind her. “You. Her legs looked so smooth and inviting to me as she crossed them ever so sexy. Then she unfolded them and crossed the other leg so I could get a brief glimpse of her soft thighs. My cock began pulsing while I thought about what might be in store. As I continued to take pictures, she started unbuttoning her blouse. First the top button, then the 2 nd one…and soon I could see the tops of her bosom peeking over a nice white bra. My cock continued to respond as I had hoped it would. Soon she had.