CHAPTER SEVEN
Debbie hoped that her nightmare would be over. But she didn't realize how wrong she was.
When the prison guard came into her cell once she'd been placed back in her dismal quarters, she looked up at him. But searching his eyes for any meaning was frightening. For she could see the lecherous gleam in them.
"Why don't you entertain me, slut?" he demanded angrily.
Debbie's breath clung to her throat. She didn't know what to do.
Quickly he got down on the floor with her. Debbie squirmed backwards. But the guard moved closer. She could feel his huge pulsating p***s pressing against her leg. His hands began manipulating and massaging her breast. She was fascinated and almost hypnotized by the way he played with her. Soon he had his hands over her bosoms.
"Stop it," Debbie beg
