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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga

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A long, eventful, and pivotal Monday, April 8, 2019, comes to an end. I apologize for the long post, but many threads needed to be woven.

Seratus Dua Puluh Lima – Three Days 23 Hours

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 1:39 PM
Dr. Liú finished wrapping tape around Barbara’s midsection to ease her pain and aid her breathing. No bones were broken, but the bruising was extensive and painful. She applied a plaster to where she had bit her lip.
There was less she could do for the internal bruising. Without being told, she knew that it was caused by those monsters raping Moore with their nightsticks. That was just intolerable, thought Chunhua. Discipline was needed in prison, but that was obscene and beyond the pale.
The Doctor told herself that she would use her new-found favor with the Commandant to mitigate this senseless and misogynistic abuse!

Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 2:06 PM
Josephine Shanmugam sat and stared at the phone. What was this all about, she thought? Of course, she’d had to agree to the Guards’s Commander's request that she speak to those detectives, “to further their investigation.” Professional courtesy demanded it. But what were they after? Those two ‘bulldogs,’ as Rut referred to them, must still be chasing their tails around. This case should be ended - Rogers was dead - his partner knew nothing. There was nothing to lead them elsewhere, no matter what wild suspicions they harbored. That little slut, at the center of it all, was convicted and sentenced. The case should be closed.
Jo resolved she would give these two keystone cops a chance to ask their silly questions. Then she would profess her ignorance of any of it and send them on their way.
Still, she wondered, why did they continue to bother?

Jo picked up the phone and dialed Rut’s number. She should be told.

Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 2:50 PM
The guards unceremoniously dumped Amanda in her cell. Wearing only her torn blouse, hands cuffed behind, collared and leashed, the girl crawled to the thin straw-filled mat on the floor that served as a bed and lay on her side with her knees to her chest and cried. Every joint in her body screamed with pain from the horrible position she’d been in for over two hours. The cane blows still stung and burned, and her vagina was raw and still oozing the Commandant’s cum.
When she had been able to look around, she saw a tiny, windowless 8X8 ft. room with grey-painted cinderblock walls. There was a steel basin and commode, a slowly turning ceiling fan, and she was lying on a thin mat with a little stuffing, maybe an inch thick, lying directly on the hard stone floor. That was everything in her new, small world.

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 2:55 PM
Chunhua Liú dialed the Commandant’s office.
“Yes, Dr. Liú. How is Miss Moore doing?”
“She’s coming along. There was no permanent damage, but extremely painful nonetheless.”
“Patch her up as best you can. I will have the guards move her back to her cell this evening. She has a special appointment in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir. But, I would advise careful treatment.”
“Naturally. Now, why did you call me? I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy.”
“Commandant, I would like to see you privately to inform you of a disturbing incident in the prison that happened today.”
“Really! Is it still ongoing, or has it stopped?”
“It is stopped, at least for the moment.”

“Good, Then it is not required that I address it this moment. I am swamped with urgent matters right now. Can we meet at 10:30 in the morning, in my office?”
“Why, yes. If we have to wait that long. I…”
“Good. No other choice right now. See you then, Doctor. I appreciate your concerns for the good of Changi.” Abruptly, he hung up.
Chunhua set down the phone. What was so important that he couldn’t see her?

Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 3;30 PM
“Yes, Your Ladyship. Yes, I understand completely. You can count on me, Your Ladyship. No. Oh, God, no, I would never!”
“Yes. Yes, I shall! I assure you I can handle these dolts. They’ll get nothing from me. It’s just a formality, I’m sure. Of course, your Ladyship. I’ll call you as soon as the interview is over. Yes”
As Josephine hung up, she was covered in sweat and shivering slightly. How had it all gone so badly, she asked herself?

Deputy Director’s Office, CNB Headquarters, Monday 3:45 PM
Sergeant Hoa stuck his head in the door.
“Some news chief.”
“Come in, Sergeant. What is it?” Keefer’s opinion of Hoa had risen significantly over the last few days. The man might lack courage, but he followed orders with dogged persistence.
“That sexy redhead that Hodges has been screwing? She’s being sent back to the States. She is leaving on a plane right after midnight.”
“Really? Surprising, but it’s OK. We have all the tapes and surveillance we need in case we want to put the screws to him.”
“Too bad, though,” mused Hoa. “She was a scorching hot piece. I was looking forward to interrogating her. But now she’s safely away.”
“Who says safely?” said Williams with a smile. “I have an idea that should be entertaining. Get me our man in charge of the airport squad on the phone! I think I’ll arrange a little going-away present for the redheaded whore from the Trailer Park.
“Yes, Sir!”

Hodges’s Office, US Embassy Singapore, Monday, 5:00 PM
Jeffrey packed his briefcase and prepared to go home. It had been an incredibly exhausting day with a constant emotional roller coaster. The ups and downs of his hopes for Barbara and Amanda would have been enough to exhaust him by themselves. But adding the unjust, sudden dismissal of his sweet little secretary was more than he was prepared to handle.
Jeffrey hoped that Kathy was having a better day with her pregnancy. It would be good if she had the strength to comfort him for once.
As Hodges went to his car, he thought he might call up Chunhua tomorrow.

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 7:00 PM
The guards came for Barbara just after dinner. The handled her gently, but still insisted on cuffing her hands behind and shackling her legs. And, worst, they drew that slimy hood over her head. Using the collar and leash, they led her back to her cell.

Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 10:00 PM
Two women, one 19, one 36, lay on their mats in adjacent cells, watching the ceiling fans turn ever so slowly, barely stirring a breeze in the hot, humid prison air. Both suffered great pain trying to breathe because of recent beatings and sexual assaults. Both knew they were less than four days from death. Though sharing so much, they were not able to comfort each other. Each was alone with her thoughts.

The older woman refused to cry and repeated to herself, “I won’t let those fucking bastards win. I'll get out of this hell-hole of a prison and country somehow! And then I'll expose them all!”

The younger one did weep softly, but also sang softly, under her breath, “I strictly a female female and my future...”

Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:45 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In the other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.

Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves big burger meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixia had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Wednesday, and she’d maxed her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.

Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers she still held.

On the ride to her apartment, she had looked at them. They also gave no detail of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting. “due to this employee’s inferior performance having causing significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!”
Trixie read that again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. Just like Branchwater

A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door “Special Inspection” They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
Four gorgeous ladies and all in danger ... oh how I love a little (or in this case a lot of) sensual peril ... I can feel an explosive, climactic culmination being moved towards ... great stuff!
 

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Trixie leaves Singapore, Josephine arrives for the long-awaited meeting with Barbara.

Seratus Dua Puluh – Three Days 6 hours

Turkish Airlines flight 1867 Singapore to Istanbul, Tuesday, April 9, 2019, 6 AM Singapore Time
Trixie had given up trying to get comfortable wedged into the center seat between two fat, smelly Turkish Businessmen. Five hours into the eleven-hour overnight flight to Istanbul, she had been able to sleep for only a few minutes.

What mostly kept her mind racing was the traumatic experience in the “Inspection Room” in Changi Airport. When she was ushered in, the four men introduced themselves. Two were uniformed security with Turkish Airlines. The other two were plainclothes agents of the “CNB,” which name was a mystery to Trixie. They proceeded to sit her in a chair, shine two bright lights in her face, and then took turns asking an endless series of questions.
They wanted to know her purpose in Singapore, her reason for leaving so soon and so abruptly, her business in Istanbul, and whether she used drugs.
Trixie answered as best she could, including admitting the embarrassing facts of her sudden dismissal. Her claim that there was no reason given for the firing was received with great skepticism by the questioners. Why was she dismissed? What had she done wrong? Over and over, the questions came, the agents becoming more impatient and abusive with their language. Was she fired over drugs?
Trixie, even as tears were welling up in her eyes, vehemently denied all drug allegations.
Then one of the CNB agents started another tack, “Were you fired for sexual improprieties? Did you sleep with men at the agency? Were you fired for being a slut?”
The questions felt like he was sliding a knife into her heart! Trixie’s guilt and embarrassment was overwhelming! She tried to avoid giving a direct answer by repeating she had not been told why she was fired.
The questioners immediately picked up on her evasion. Now, question after question honed in on her sexual conduct in Singapore. An ever more rude and suggestive tone came into their voices. Trixie tried to evade answering for a while, but the men’s insistent and increasingly hostile tone eventually forced her to confess her affair with Jeffrey.
Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the men now focused in on her affair. The refused to let the subject go until Trixie fully described her relationship with Hodges. Methodically, they drew out all the details of the sexual activity.
Sobbing uncontrollably as the men hounded her, Trixie eventually confessed to receiving the hard spanking from the lawyer. That just provided the men with an opportunity to explore her sexual preferences and kinks. They repeatedly asked if she enjoyed being hurt during sex. Tears running down her cheeks, the girl answered, “Maybe.” At that, the men laughed loudly. They knew that they had broken. She was reduced to a state of near hysteria. Then the questioning stopped.

“Time for your flight, Miss Thomson,” one of the CNB officers said. The two Turkish officers stood her up and returned her boarding pass and papers and handbag. “We will keep your passport for now. It will be returned to you when you get to Istanbul.” It made Trixie uncomfortable without that secure document from her government, but she had no way to object.
The men each grabbed an arm and steered her out of the room and toward the gate. Trixie was surprised when they arrived, and no other passengers were waiting. The gate attendant scanned her boarding pass, and the machine beeped and then started chiming. “There’s an alert,” she said. One of the guards swiped his badge on the scanner, and the chime stopped.
They went down the jetway and entered the plane. When the group arrived at Trixie’s row, she had to get the aisle passenger to get up to let her in. He struggled to lift his enormous bulk and swore under his breath. The guards turned and left without another word. It was more than twenty minutes before Trixie stopped crying.

Commandant's Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 8:25 AM
Mamat on the phone:
“Yes, Your Ladyship. I understand completely.
I thank you for bringing me up to date on that.
It shall be handled as you wish.
Thank you so much. I’m glad to be of service. Goodbye”

The Commandant hung up and let out a long whistle. “Well, would you have ever expected that?” he asked himself. “Today may be an interesting day at Changi!”

Commandant's Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:15 AM
There was a knock on the door and Chief Guard, Imran, stuck in his head. “You wanted to see me, Commandant?”
“Yes. Come in and have a seat. We have a delicate matter to supervise this morning, and I wanted to discuss with you exactly what the ground rules shall be.”
“Of course, Sir. You can count on me.”
“I know I can. Minister Josephine is coming at 9:30 to have a tête-à-tête with Barbara Moore. She has requested a private room and two guards to assist her if she requires it. I want you and another man you trust to be those.”
“I have just the man, Commandant.”
“Good. Now Josephine thinks you are there to assist her, which you are. But you are also to enforce some important limits, for me. If the two conflict, you know what to do.”
“I follow you, Sir.”
“Precisely.”
The intercom buzzed. “Yes.”
“First Minister Shanmugam is here to see you, Commandant.”
Mamat muted the intercom and looked at his desk clock. “Ten minutes early. She must be anxious.” He chuckled, and so did Awang.
“Tell her, I will be just a minute and to please wait.”
Turning to Imran, “It’s time that bitch got some practice waiting,” he said with a grin.
“Now, important new information came to me this morning that affects how I want you to proceed. Please pay close attention…”

Commandant's Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:33 AM
“Please send the Minister in,” said Mamat over the intercom.
First Minister of Home Affairs, Josephine Shanmugam, cruised into the Commandant's office as if she owned it. She was not used to being kept waiting and was a trifle annoyed this morning. However, bin Osman was doing her a favor by giving her private time with Moore. She wasn’t ready to complain.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Minister,” said Mamat. Both men were slightly taken aback to see her loose, silk blouse and matching mini. She’s ready for action, bin Osman thought. “I would like to introduce you to Imran Awang, Chief Guard. He is assigned to assist you this morning.”
“So glad to meet you, Mr. Awang.” Josephine barely acknowledged the guard's bow. Turning back to Mamat, “Is everything prepared for me?”
“Most completely, Minister. I only remind you that we need Miss Moore presentable to be executed in the nude on Friday.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the woman seemed to wave away any concern. “The bitch will be in one piece.” She turned to Imran, “Shall we go?”
The man bowed again and said,” Please follow me.”

As soon as they were out the door, Mamat hit his intercom. “Have the feed from VIP room three directed to my laptop, please.”

Turkish Airlines flight 1867 Singapore to Istanbul, Tuesday, 9:34 AM Singapore Time
Over eight hours into the flight, thought Trixie with anguish; almost four hours still to go! Wedged between the smelly bulk of her fellow passengers, she struggled to endure. An hour ago, the girl had slept briefly. When she awoke, she felt a hand on her breast. Opening her eyes, she saw the one man was rubbing her nipple through her dress while the other had his hand on her leg, sliding up the hem of the dress.
When she stirred, they removed their hands and looked away as if nothing had happened. Trixie felt like vomiting! Now she had to stay awake.
 
Trixie`s interrogation was thorough and full,
And it could be worse when she reaches Istanbul.
In Changi, exciting things are in store,
And not just involving Barbara Moore.
Jo will surely put Barb to good use,
Will she carry the can for all Barb`s abuse?
 
At last! The long-anticipated meeting of Barb and Jo. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Seratus Dua Lapan – Three Days 2.5 hours

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:34 AM
Barbara squatted on her haunches in the garishly decorated room. All red and pink and velvet and lace, the style, like a bordello, revolted her. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, and a silent guard held her leash. Barbara didn’t need to be told that she was there to ‘service’ another VIP guest.
The bruises from her beating twenty-four hours earlier were still tender, and each breath had to be carefully managed. The helpless prisoner prayed the ‘guest’ would only be interested in sex and not sadism.

Suddenly the door opened. A mid-height, thin and shapely Malay woman, perhaps a little older than Barb, but with a flawless complexion, entered as if she were a queen inspecting her palace. She was dressed in a very sexy and revealing outfit.
“We have never met, Barbara Moore, but I feel as if I know you intimately. Perhaps it is the fact that I’ve seen you shake your naked pussy and ass at me during your canings. You do that so well! Of course, I know that Mr. Ng should be given some credit.”
“My name is Josephine Shanmugam, and I’m the First Minister of Home Affairs. As such, I am in charge of criminal justice in Singapore, and I can decide whether your appeal is granted,” she smiled and paused. “or denied, and you die in three days.”

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:39 AM
Barbara stared open-mouthed at this woman who could decide whether she lived or died. This was it! Her last chance to save her life. But what could she say to the arrogant Minister?
“It’s OK, Barbara, I understand. I’ve taken you by surprise, and you are thinking desperately for what to say to save your life. Don’t worry. You don’t have to say a thing.”
Jo walked up and took Barb’s head in both her hands and looking into her questioning face. “You don’t have to convince me of your innocence. I already know it.”
Barb’s heart felt like it had leaped into her throat! This woman, with the power to save her, already believed her story! “Oh. Miss Shanmugam. I-“
“Please call me Jo. We are going to be on such close terms,” Joesephone chuckled.
“Jo. How can I thank you-“
“No, Barb, no need to thank me yet. You see, I haven’t decided to recommend your pardon.”
Barbara looked at her, confused.
“You see, I am going to allow you to do me a favor, to please me, Barb. If you do a good job, I shall recommend to the President that she pardon you. If not? Well then…” She made a gesture of pulling a rope on her neck and gave a straggled look and a croak. “It’s your choice.”
Barb began to have an awful feeling about this proud and manipulative woman. If she knew Bar’s innocence, she should simply free her! What the hell is she doing here? However, with her execution only three days away, she could not ignore the powerful Minister’s offer of help. “I shall do a good job, Minister,” she said with feigned humility.
“Wise choice, my dear,” said Josephine, releasing the waistband on her mini and dropping it to reveal a tiny, sheer pink thong. “I must say,” she looked around the garish room, “I love what you’ve done with your place. It should feel just like home to a whore like you.”

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:40 AM
Mamat bin Osman sipped his morning tea while watching the action in Room 3. Split-screen cameras allowed him to view both Josephine’s lovely little ass and her barely covered cunt at the same time. He had often dreamed of getting to know the Minister’s sexy body, intimately.
The net minutes will be very entertaining, he thought; however, it turns out.

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:42 AM
Jo peeled off her thong and brought her hips close to the kneeling prisoner. Her puffy pussy lips were shaved clean as a baby. “Try using those lips of yours for something more useful than speaking filth and complaining. Remember, your life depends on pleasing me.”
Barbara was often sexually attracted to women, and she knew her way around pleasing a pussy as well as any. Suppressing her growing dislike of the woman, Barbara stuck out her tongue and did a light tease around the presented pubs.
“Nice start, slut.” Jo turned to Imran. “Don’t just stand there like a useless idiot! You and your partner grab single-tails and warm her butt and back while she works. Not too hard, but if she slows down or pulls away, lay heavy into her.”
Imran stiffened slightly at the insult but said nothing. He gestured to the other man to join him and follow Josephine’s direction.

Soon Barbara was deep into pleasuring the Jo. At times, dipping her tongue into the slit and, at others, running it up and down the sensitive outer lips. Jo stood with her legs wide and tilted her hips back and forth to expose her hot pussy to Barb’s mouth. She undid her blouse and stroked her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples and groaning.
Barb, partly from excitement at licking a pussy and partly to please Jo, moaned and whimpered with lust.
The room seemed to heat up to a fever level, aroused by the intense erotic nature of the responses of the two women.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:46 AM
Mamat leaned closer to the monitor to catch the erotic action. These women were putting on a spectacular lesbian show. That made his mind go the event that he'd planned for Thursday. That would surely be outstanding. A loud groan from Jo drew him back the scene on the monitor.

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:47 AM
Panting with excitement, Jo let her sadistic side come out. She wanted to torment this bitch as well as be pleasured by her.
“That’s good, slut. Use that dirty tongue of yours. That’s what got you in here, you know. Your stupid mouth and my tricks.”
Barb looked up quizzically. “What?”
Jo pushed her head back down. “Don’t stop, you pussy licker. That’s what you’re good for! Lick like your life depended on it!” She laughed at her own joke.
Given no choice, Moore went back to work. As she excited Jo’s pussy, the outer lips swelled slightly and opened to reveal the delicate inner folds. Barb plunged in her tongue and elicited a deep groan from Jo.
Josephine was becoming lost in the warm radiations emanating from her cunt. She grabbed Barb’s head in both hands and drove her hips forward to encourage a deeper penetration by the talented tongue.
 
In her liaisons with Jeffrey and old "Mama Rut"
Josephine has been the submissive pain slut.
But, when dealing with Barbara Moore,
Her sadistic side comes right to the fore.
Barb`s erotic contortions `neath the lash of the cane,
Jo could watch again and again.
But now the depised "piece of trash"
Must sink her tongue into Jo`s hairless gash!
 
At last! The long-anticipated meeting of Barb and Jo. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Seratus Dua Lapan – Three Days 2.5 hours

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:34 AM
Barbara squatted on her haunches in the garishly decorated room. All red and pink and velvet and lace, the style, like a bordello, revolted her. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, and a silent guard held her leash. Barbara didn’t need to be told that she was there to ‘service’ another VIP guest.
The bruises from her beating twenty-four hours earlier were still tender, and each breath had to be carefully managed. The helpless prisoner prayed the ‘guest’ would only be interested in sex and not sadism.

Suddenly the door opened. A mid-height, thin and shapely Malay woman, perhaps a little older than Barb, but with a flawless complexion, entered as if she were a queen inspecting her palace. She was dressed in a very sexy and revealing outfit.
“We have never met, Barbara Moore, but I feel as if I know you intimately. Perhaps it is the fact that I’ve seen you shake your naked pussy and ass at me during your canings. You do that so well! Of course, I know that Mr. Ng should be given some credit.”
“My name is Josephine Shanmugam, and I’m the First Minister of Home Affairs. As such, I am in charge of criminal justice in Singapore, and I can decide whether your appeal is granted,” she smiled and paused. “or denied, and you die in three days.”

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:39 AM
Barbara stared open-mouthed at this woman who could decide whether she lived or died. This was it! Her last chance to save her life. But what could she say to the arrogant Minister?
“It’s OK, Barbara, I understand. I’ve taken you by surprise, and you are thinking desperately for what to say to save your life. Don’t worry. You don’t have to say a thing.”
Jo walked up and took Barb’s head in both her hands and looking into her questioning face. “You don’t have to convince me of your innocence. I already know it.”
Barb’s heart felt like it had leaped into her throat! This woman, with the power to save her, already believed her story! “Oh. Miss Shanmugam. I-“
“Please call me Jo. We are going to be on such close terms,” Joesephone chuckled.
“Jo. How can I thank you-“
“No, Barb, no need to thank me yet. You see, I haven’t decided to recommend your pardon.”
Barbara looked at her, confused.
“You see, I am going to allow you to do me a favor, to please me, Barb. If you do a good job, I shall recommend to the President that she pardon you. If not? Well then…” She made a gesture of pulling a rope on her neck and gave a straggled look and a croak. “It’s your choice.”
Barb began to have an awful feeling about this proud and manipulative woman. If she knew Bar’s innocence, she should simply free her! What the hell is she doing here? However, with her execution only three days away, she could not ignore the powerful Minister’s offer of help. “I shall do a good job, Minister,” she said with feigned humility.
“Wise choice, my dear,” said Josephine, releasing the waistband on her mini and dropping it to reveal a tiny, sheer pink thong. “I must say,” she looked around the garish room, “I love what you’ve done with your place. It should feel just like home to a whore like you.”

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:40 AM
Mamat bin Osman sipped his morning tea while watching the action in Room 3. Split-screen cameras allowed him to view both Josephine’s lovely little ass and her barely covered cunt at the same time. He had often dreamed of getting to know the Minister’s sexy body, intimately.
The net minutes will be very entertaining, he thought; however, it turns out.

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:42 AM
Jo peeled off her thong and brought her hips close to the kneeling prisoner. Her puffy pussy lips were shaved clean as a baby. “Try using those lips of yours for something more useful than speaking filth and complaining. Remember, your life depends on pleasing me.”
Barbara was often sexually attracted to women, and she knew her way around pleasing a pussy as well as any. Suppressing her growing dislike of the woman, Barbara stuck out her tongue and did a light tease around the presented pubs.
“Nice start, slut.” Jo turned to Imran. “Don’t just stand there like a useless idiot! You and your partner grab single-tails and warm her butt and back while she works. Not too hard, but if she slows down or pulls away, lay heavy into her.”
Imran stiffened slightly at the insult but said nothing. He gestured to the other man to join him and follow Josephine’s direction.

Soon Barbara was deep into pleasuring the Jo. At times, dipping her tongue into the slit and, at others, running it up and down the sensitive outer lips. Jo stood with her legs wide and tilted her hips back and forth to expose her hot pussy to Barb’s mouth. She undid her blouse and stroked her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples and groaning.
Barb, partly from excitement at licking a pussy and partly to please Jo, moaned and whimpered with lust.
The room seemed to heat up to a fever level, aroused by the intense erotic nature of the responses of the two women.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore Tuesday, 9:46 AM
Mamat leaned closer to the monitor to catch the erotic action. These women were putting on a spectacular lesbian show. That made his mind go the event that he'd planned for Thursday. That would surely be outstanding. A loud groan from Jo drew him back the scene on the monitor.

VIP Room 3, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 9:47 AM
Panting with excitement, Jo let her sadistic side come out. She wanted to torment this bitch as well as be pleasured by her.
“That’s good, slut. Use that dirty tongue of yours. That’s what got you in here, you know. Your stupid mouth and my tricks.”
Barb looked up quizzically. “What?”
Jo pushed her head back down. “Don’t stop, you pussy licker. That’s what you’re good for! Lick like your life depended on it!” She laughed at her own joke.
Given no choice, Moore went back to work. As she excited Jo’s pussy, the outer lips swelled slightly and opened to reveal the delicate inner folds. Barb plunged in her tongue and elicited a deep groan from Jo.
Josephine was becoming lost in the warm radiations emanating from her cunt. She grabbed Barb’s head in both hands and drove her hips forward to encourage a deeper penetration by the talented tongue.
Freaking hot ... I love Barb as a lesbian! ;) - I love her as anything truth be told :)
 

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In her liaisons with Jeffrey and old "Mama Rut"
Josephine has been the submissive pain slut.
But, when dealing with Barbara Moore,
Her sadistic side comes right to the fore.
Barb`s erotic contortions `neath the lash of the cane,
Jo could watch again and again.
But now the depised "piece of trash"
Must sink her tongue into Jo`s hairless gash!
Freaking hot ... I love Barb as a lesbian! ;) - I love her as anything truth be told :)
The meeting did not disappoint, in fact it exceeded expectations!
I can assure all my kind readers that tomorrow will not disappoint. Barb will leave Josephine weak in the knees and more! :very_hot: :very_hot: :very_hot:

And, unfortunately, Jeffrey may face some domestic discord. :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:
 
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I can assure all my kind readers that tomorrow will not disappoint. Barb will leave Josephine weak in the knees and more! :very_hot: :very_hot: :very_hot:

And, unfortunately, Jeffrey may face some domestic discord. :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:
Can't wait to read about Barb's lesbian licks, and as for Jeffrey ... then it's about bloody time :)
 
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