Do as you are told

You decide to do what the Warden has asked you to do.

You nod and she takes the robe off you, letting it drop to the floor. You are confident in your body and in your skills... so you are not nervous about being naked in front of these two. They are both enjoying the view.

You go to the bed and sit down. The wife is waiting excitedly. She can't see you... but she must know that you are not the Warden. You put your hand on her belly, and she wiggles her body eagerly. You gently rub her skin, taking your time and building her tension. She is so horny that even innocent touching gets her going.

Her bra's clasp is in the front. You flick it open, and her large breasts spring free, jiggling beautifully. The sight of them makes your cock hard, and know you what to do.

You climb over her to straddle her belly, laying your cock on it. She can feel its weight and heat... but she can also tell that you are not a man. That really excites her.

You massage her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples and truly torturing her. You want to touch between her legs; her expensive panties must be completely soaked through, but you will let the Warden do that.

The Warden sits with Cait. Both of them are just watching.

You squeeze the wife's breasts with a firm hand, and she kicks her legs and moans around the gag.

"Not like that," you tell her calmly, taking your hands off. She arches her back.

"Behave," you say, and she stops moving. You watch her stomach and chest as she takes deep, **** breaths. You put one finger on her chest, then slowly trail it down, over her belly...

The Warden nods in approval.

You get off the bed.

"Good," she says.

Cait stands up and walks you out of the bedroom, handing you back your clothes. You see her spare an admiring glance for your cock, which is still hard. You put your clothes on, and she drives you back to the prison and takes you inside.

She takes you to an empty cell and opens it. You know that having a cell to yourself is a privilege. It's a reward... but you would like some company.

Cait sees the look on your face. She closes the cell door, but then comes closer, lowering her voice. Everyone else in the cell block is asleep.

"If you're good, she'll let you pick your cellmate," she whispers.