An 'oral' proposition

“What do you want?” whined Melissa at the guard’s obvious innuendo.

Smiling, Eric looked over the brunette as he walked around where she stood.

“You have seen what can happen to you here without someone looking out for you. Now, we wouldn’t want to harm that pretty face, would we?” Eric strokes her cheek with his hand while he speaks. Shuddering, Melissa pulls away.

As she spins her head away from his touch, the guard slides his hand down and cups her breasts through her flimsy tee shirt. His grip suddenly grows stronger and his voice deepens.

“Now, I can help you out…but you need to help me out, and you can start right now.” He says mischievously as his right hand begins lowering the zipper to his pants.

Melissa shakes her head back and forth slowly, but she feels Eric pressing down on her shoulder, forcing her onto her knees before him.

“Now, make some use of that mouth, honey, you do a good job and I will look after you…or, you are on your own. It is your choice, Melissa.”