Becky sat on the cold floor of the courthouse’s holding cell, still reeling from the Judge&rsq
Becky sat on the cold floor of the courthouse’s holding cell, still reeling from the Judge’s words at the sentencing hearing she’d just attended. She pulled at the jumpsuit she wore, trying her best to adjust it to cooperate with the transport restraints she wore. After a brief wait, the transport team entered the cell. Without a word, Becky slid out of the top half of her uniform, exposing her naked breasts. She stood as ordered as if nothing was amiss. “Look, lady,” the Officer told her. “Those tits might have gotten you out of this when they brought you in, but it’s too late for that. Gonna take a lot more than those to convince me to spring a condemned murderer. Come on - put your clothes back on. There will be plenty of time for me to fondle those titties later - right after the doc gives you the needle and strips you down to check for a pulse. Let’s go.” Embarrassed and terrified, Becky covered herself and obediently shuffled out of the cell behind the officer, trying to clear the mental image he’d just put in her head. -- source link