Franky also never wore a bra, she preferred to just wear a vest under her regulation overalls and she wouldn’t be seen dead in a dress. Her trademark attire might have been more masculine but the body underneath was no less feminine. Franky was all woman under her uniform and had large breasts moved around freely as she swaggered around. The effect helped to add to the imposing stature needed for position of Top Dog. You had to be strong of body and mind if you wanted to usurp someone like Queen Bea from her throne.

Karen could feel these full breasts press against her back as Franky’s hands moved to rub Karen’s arms now. Her touch becoming firmer, She ‘accidentally‘ brushed the side of Karen’s breasts just once and Karen gave an involuntary gasp in response. Not in recoiling horror as she had before, but in an instant of unconscious pleasure. Franky pushed her luck and did it again, this time going further and brushing her nipples lightly with her rough hands. Again there was no resistance. Jeez thought Franky, this is really gonna happen!

Karen bit her lip hard, closed her eyes tight and tried to think back of her initial revulsion of this inmate. She thought about her beliefs about this sort of thing and the teachings of the church. She had always been steadfast in her faith and never doubted this before but here, with Franky …what was she doing?

Franky could tell the effect she was having on Travers, this beautiful thing was all hers at last it was a dead cert. She stopped what she was doing and made her way slowly around the chair so she was facing her. Karen was an exquisite picture of desire and torment. Franky leant forward and gave Karen the lightest of kisses on her gorgeous mouth. Her tongue just touching Karen’s lips. Karen whimpered and did not stop her. It was time for fantasy to become reality.

Franky knelt in front of the chair and pushed Karen’s dress up so that her legs were exposed and her underwear was on display. Karen let her, lifting up her bottom so as to get the dress out of the way. Franky lent forward, taking in the scent that surrounded her, intoxicated with it She kissed one of the soft thighs in front of her, slowly so as not to break the spell. No rough and ready for this one. She made a trail of kisses up the thigh and then stopped to look at Karen’s underwear. Franky smiled to see how wet she had got her. She longed to taste her, knowing how fucking sweet it would be, but paused for a second and then carried on, snaking her tongue down the other thigh and leaving more kisses as she went. Then Franky eased her fingers into Karen’s pretty pink knickers and eased them over her thighs and off. She put them into the front pocket of her overalls before continuing.