Going back a few years ago, I noticed a new ad in the classifieds, and thought I would try it out.
I arrived at this quite nice house with the downstairs curtains drawn in broad daylight, apprehensively rang the bell and after a while, a nice looking lady answered the door, quite pretty ,nice make-up and British,wearing a smart dress.
The door closed behind me and immediately she grabbed me and said "your nisheeee" with a slight stagger I realised she was slightly pissed, no worries I thought,( Id taken worse state civvies back home from night-clubs who ended up pissing the bed,)she proceeded to kiss and cuddle, tongue down the throat,, and I hadnt even been asked for any cash yet.
As she led me by the hand up the stairs I was thought THIS was going to be a punt of a lifetime with some tactile action.
On getting into the bedroom however, I was relieved of my hard-earned and she hopped-on, making me cum in double-quick time, which, may have been helped or hindered by my eyes averting from her jumping on and down on my cock, to a uniform hanging-up on the wardrobe,-this wasnt an Ann Summers number it was REAL HMP prison officers uniform, complete with key chain (minus the keys).
(This was the days of real ones not security guards)
As soon as I shot my load I was unceremoniously bundled-out without a second-go,so a crap -punt presumably so she could purchase some more bottles of Smirnoff.
A couple of days later I read in the paper some screw had been suspended for something or other,must have been pretty serious I believe she" went down the steps " herself later.
