TawnyT actually applied for a volunteering job at the asylum, after her last visit with berseh (Kinktober 2018 - Surprise visit).
To prevent her from getting Crazy 00. Why should we refuse?
After all, she is taking care of the men that cannot leave the cell.
Day 20 of Kinktober 2018
Tawny parked her motorcycle next to the entrance.
Some quick, experienced moves to get her out of her armored clothing and she was ready.
Ready for her Friday afternoon volunteering.
She looked at her reflection in the window. Enough sexiness to get a smile on her face.
The hot, sterile smelling air, touched her face as she opened the door.
“Hi Dave. Can you keep this for me?”
She tossed the bag with her motor gear on the counter.
“Hey Tawny. Sure I can. Just don’t forget it on your way out.”
“You heard about the recent cutbacks? They are sharing cells now. Would that be a problem?”
“Mmmm. It shouldn’t. But I can tell you when I get back.”
She walked further into the building. The empty office was waiting.
She locked the door at the same time the siren was audible throughout the building.
Slowly she undressed, while a stampede of people, most of them wearing orange coveralls, was over.
The lucky ones, they spend their weekends at home.
Some back markers, as usual, followed. Then there was silence.
She waved at Kinky, who, after waving back, left his seat and went to the restroom.
Tawny stepped backwards, using the momentum to get used to the cold metal.
She grabbed the bars above her and planted her feet firmly on the ground.
“How is your weekend, boys?”
Her sexy voice spoke the magic words.
She had no idea how many hands touched her body, fondling her breasts.
The more hands the better, she thought as she felt the first hand between her legs.
Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head against the bars.
The sensation on her bum was new.
“Remember the rules boys, hands only.”
She recognized the hand playing her.
Not the fingers behind those; they were new, more intruding. But nevertheless welcome.
The rough handling of her breasts, squeezed by many, and the constant pinching of her nipples took its toll;
her body tensed and she increased her grip on the bars. Then the tidal wave hit her.
A few hands were still caressing her as she sat in front of the bars. Panting, post-enjoying.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Kinky return, curious glancing through the glass.