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Dust and sand continued to blow in from the Mojave Desert, through the metal chain link fencing, and across the concrete courtyard as I crossed it, heading up to the Visitor Centre. The sand often completely obscured the pathway beneath. Once a week the sanitation guys would come out and clear the sand from the courtyards, pathways, and pavements that ran between the many, many buildings of the state prison. But it would all build up again within a few days.After some of the worst sandstorms here, I had seen the sand build up to over a foot deep. This state prison was built up in the high Californian desert, so such things were expected. So was the forty-plus degree heat. But I was used to it, as I had worked here as a guard for over three years now, and had been born in the area.For the past year, I had been posted to oversee the smaller of the prison’s two ‘Family Visitation Units.’ It was a small compound, on the far edge of the prison grounds. The nearest prison block building housing inmates was over four hundred meters away.The second Family Visitation Unit, or FVU2 as it was known, had its own compound and was ringed by twelve feet tall chain-link fences, separating it from the rest of the prison grounds. Inside there were just four trailers. They were used for inmates to have family visits with their wives and children.The visits were only granted to inmates who were fairly close to release, and who had been well-behaved whilst serving their sentence. They were meant to help the inmate to begin to adjust to life on the outside, to re-integrate with his family. The inmate could only receive these visits from a wife or domestic partner with whom he had a relationship before his sentence began, and also any children he had. Also, the inmate must not have been convicted of a violent crime, be a sex offender, or be on a life sentence.On the visitor’s side, they had to agree to a thorough background check. They were searched on arrival and departure. There was also a dress code for visitors. The women could not wear short skirts, or any very form-fitting or tight clothing, as it was felt it might incite other inmates who could potentially see them exiting the visitor center on their way to the FVU2.These family visits had used to be six hours in length, but due to recent prison staffing shortages, they had been reduced to three hours.There was a larger Family Visitation Unit, FVU1, on the other side of the prison’s grounds. The trailers there were larger and used when inmates had visits from both spouses and children, or even parents or siblings.But at FVU2, we dealt with the visits where just the inmate’s spouse was attending. It was technically also a family visit, but everyone knew it was a conjugal visit, where the inmate and his spouse could enjoy sex together for a few hours.My duties today were to collect the spouse of inmate number 43225-047 from the visitor center, search her, and then escort her down to the FVU2. Once she was settled in one of the trailers, I would then collect her inmate husband from his holding cell, and escort him to the same FVU trailer. They would then spend their three-hour visit together, locked in the trailer. I would wait outside at a guard station, about thirty feet from the trailer until their time was done.Once the visit was over, I would then knock on the door of the trailer, and open it. The inmate had to be dressed and ready to go once their time was up, otherwise their family visitation rights could be taken away. I would then escort the inmate back to the holding cell, return to the FVU2, collect the spouse, and escort them back to the visitor center.Sometimes there were two, three, or occasionally four family visits scheduled for each day. But due to staff shortages, it was usually kept to just one or two per day, so that just one guard could keep an eye on the trailers and handle all escorting back and forth.Today there was just one family visit scheduled. Inmate 43225-047, better known as Jackson Mashawn King, was a big, black, brute of a guy. I had had a few dealings with him during my time here. Jackson had been caught dealing cocaine and had been sentenced to serve five years.But with California law allowing inmates to serve eighty-five percent of their sentence, he was going to be released in six months, meaning he would eventually serve four years and three months. As part of his rehabilitation, and as he had been generally well-behaved, Jackson had been accepted to take part in the family visitation program. Any prisoner who was considered low-risk, and about to enter the final six months of their sentence could apply.Jackson King was well respected on his prison block. There were rumors he had killed a man before being imprisoned. Presumably, the police had had no evidence of such a crime, otherwise, he would have been charged with it. Whether it was true or not, I didn’t know, but this persistent rumor was certainly believed on the block. I could tell he could handle himself in a confrontation at any rate.I arrived Ankara bayan escort at the visitor center, opened the door, and stepped inside to enjoy the cool air from the air-conditioning units. I approached the desk, to check with the agent there if Jackson King’s spouse had arrived. The checklist said that she had, and all the preliminary I.D. checks had already been completed.“Mrs. Jada King?” I announced, looking out across the waiting room.“Here,” I heard a voice call out.I turned to the right to see a very attractive, slim, busty, black woman get up from her seat, raising her hand. She was in her late thirties I guessed, and about five feet three inches tall. She wore a yellow dress that was very tight and short and showed off her enormous cleavage. It was a wholly inappropriate outfit, and completely against the rules, but I did have to admire her cheek.Mrs. King smiled. She had a lovely smile, flashing her dazzling white teeth, as she chewed on bubble gum. I also couldn’t help but notice the sway of her hips, and the bounce of her huge tits as she walked toward me. It looked to me like she probably wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that dress.“Hi, I’m Jada,” she said, still smiling, and held her hand out to shake mine.We were not supposed to have physical contact with any visitor, but I couldn’t help myself and shook her dainty hand.“Er, ma’am will you step in here for a moment?” I asked her, motioning to a small room off to the side.I opened the door to the search room, allowed her inside, and closed the door behind me. She put her small holdall bag on the table.“Well, what do we do now, Officer Evans?” Jada asked, reading the name badge on the pocket of my shirt, “I’ve never had one of these, er… family visits before.”“Well ma’am, first of all, I’m afraid to tell you your attire is not appropriate for this visit,” I replied, “You should have had a letter outlining all these rules for you.”“Oh no, I did, I read it,” Jada stated, smiling, “It’s just, you see, I just came straight from work. I didn’t have time to change. But don’t worry, I did think about this.”Jada opened her holdall bag and began pulling out a large blue hoodie top, and grey sweatpants.“I was going to put this on over my dress? Is that okay?” Jada asked.“I see,” I replied, “Well, it’s not usually what we do, but I suppose I can’t see any harm in it.”I explained I would need to search her holdall bag and her handbag. She consented to this, and I went through her handbag first. She had no contraband here, but she did have money and a cell phone. I explained to her those would have to be left in a secure locker here.I then went through her holdall bag. Here there certainly were things that strictly shouldn’t be allowed. She had some sexy underwear sets, stockings and a suspender belt, a slightly see-through short robe, and a pair of high-heeled shoes.There was also a vibrator, a dildo, and some lube. These items definitely weren’t allowed.“Is everything okay, officer?” Jada said, smiling, and stepping much closer, “I haven’t been able to be with my husband like that for a very long time. I just wanted to look good and put on a show for him, you understand?”I looked down at her as she smiled up at me. I could now see right down her cleavage. My god, her tits were huge. At that moment Jada pushed her tits together with her upper arms and grinned.“Well, this stuff is a bit of a grey area,” I lied, “But I guess I can allow it, just this once.”“Ah, thank you, sir,” Jada smiled, putting her hand on my arm, “And my husband thanks you too.”She giggled, and I smiled briefly, then thought better of it. I should really try to maintain my professional image. Jada was certainly the most attractive wife I had ever seen come to visit their husband here. I was quite taken with her.“Mrs. King, I need to get a female agent to conduct a body search on you. Will you excuse me for a moment?” I asked.Jada nodded, smiling, and I left the room. I reminded myself I would have to check her bags again when I returned. Potentially she could have hidden contraband on her person, which she could now move into her bag once I was out of the room, knowing a body search was imminent.I asked the agent at the front desk where the female search agent was, but he didn’t seem to know. I called the sergeant at the visitor center main desk, asking for another female officer to be sent over here to assist me, but he said I would have to wait, and that it might be some time. The staffing shortages seemed to be getting worse.I waited twenty minutes, but still no female officer arrived. I called the desk sergeant again but got the same curt reply I had received before. I thought I had better go back to Jada and explain the delay.I returned to the search room, closing the door behind me.“I’m sorry for the delay, Mrs. King. I’m still waiting for a female officer to arrive to perform the body search,” I explained, “I think it might be a while.”“But I don’t want to be late for my appointment with my Escort bayan Ankara husband,” Jada replied, looking worried, “Can’t you just do it?”Wow. She wanted me to do a body search on her. What an opportunity. She wasn’t going to be late for her appointment with her husband, their time together didn’t start until they were both in the family visitation unit trailer together, but she didn’t know that.“Me? You want me to perform the body search?” I asked, checking she knew what she was saying.“Sure, I don’t mind. I just don’t want to be late,” Jada replied, still noisily chewing her gum“Okay, it’s just, it’s a rather intimate search I’m afraid. Do you consent to that?” I asked.“Oh no, it’s fine. I understand,” Jada grinned.I asked Jada to remove her shoes, and then stand with her arms outstretched. I then stood behind her. Her tight dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, and therefore very few places to hide anything. I ran my hands over the back of her dress.I then got down on my knees. Her stunning ass was inches from my face. I ran both my palms over her lower back and then firmly across that amazing phat ass. I slowed down a little, enjoying the feel of that gorgeous rear.I then turned my palms around, to go back up her ass again, so that my thumbs ran right into the crack of her ass. Christ, her ass was incredible. But I didn’t want to push my luck, Jada might think I was enjoying myself and get me into trouble. Luckily there was no window in this room, so no one could see what I was up to.“I need to put my hand up your dress for a moment, I’m afraid,” I explained.“Yeah, I understand,” Jada replied, smiling at me over her shoulder, and standing with her legs just a little apart.With my left hand on her hip to steady myself, I slowly put my right hand up her dress. I slid it up between her thighs, and eventually, touchdown. My fingertips touched the gusset of her panties, and I got a brief feel of her pussy.“Oh,” Jada gasped.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I lied.“Oh, it’s fine honey,” Jada replied, still looking down at me over her shoulder, “I mean, my husband’s going to be doing a lot more than that later, you know? You just woke it up for him.”Jada giggled again, as I finally pulled my hand back from between her thighs. She then turned around to face me as I stood up. I ran my hands over her flat stomach, and up to just beneath her huge tits, and then stopped.“So… how do we do this?” Jada smiled, looking down at her boobs, “Would this help?”Jada then hooked her thumbs through the shoulder straps of her dress and began pulling them off her shoulders. Was she about to show me her tits? I would have loved that, but if the female agent did suddenly arrive, it would be very difficult to explain what was going on.“Erm… just hold your dress there, ma’am,” I instructed her.“Oh, okay sure,” Jada replied, sounding almost disappointed.I carefully ran my hands over the part of her dress that did still cover her huge bust. Any search should be done with the back of my hand, but I couldn’t resist doing it with my palms. I held the full weight of her incredible tits as she looked up at me, grinning. I finally, reluctantly, removed my hands from her bust. Damn, inmate Jackson King was a lucky husband.“Do you need to look in here, honey?” Jada grinned, still chewing her gum, and leaned over toward me slightly, showing me even more of her impressive cleavage.“Well, erm…” I mumbled, glancing toward the door for a moment.I was worried the female agent might finally arrive. I think Jada took this glance to think that I was going to make her wait for the female agent.“Honey, I ain’t got time to wait for her,” Jada told me, “Come here.”Jada then took my hand and plunged it straight down her cleavage. As I suspected, she was not wearing a bra underneath that dress. I felt along underneath her right breast, then held it in my hand for a moment, feeling the weight.“Find anything down there, officer?” Jada grinned; her left eyebrow raised.I turned my hand around, in between her tits, and moved to search underneath her left breast. Again, my fingertips caressed her under-boob, and then I finally cupped it from underneath, enjoying the feel of the weight of her huge breast.“So… are we all done, Officer Evans?” Jada asked, her thumbs still holding the straps of her dress just off her shoulders, and jiggled them, thereby jiggling her huge tits around my hand.I finally let go of her boob, pulling my hand out of her cleavage.“Yes, ma’am,” I told her.“Good, cos I need to go get some, you know what I’m saying?” Jada said, still noisily chewing that gum of hers, as she let the straps of her dress return to her shoulders.I remembered to briefly recheck her bags, then told Jada that she would have to cover herself up with the oversized hoodie top and sweatpants. She did so, hiking her dress up even higher to get the baggy sweatpants on properly, and then pulling on the hoodie top, and zipping it right up to her neck. All the amazing sexiness was hidden away, although Bayan escort Ankara the super casual look didn’t really go with her high-heeled shoes.“Alright ma’am, if you follow me,” I instructed her.She grabbed her handbag and holdall, and followed me out of the search room, across the floor of the waiting room. I placed her handbag, with her money and cell phone in a secure locker.We passed through two different security gates. At each one, the guards glanced at Jada, then let her pass through with me. They all knew where she was headed, and for what reason.Finally, we were outside in the courtyard and began a long walk in the blistering heat out to the FVU2. Jada looked rather amusing, struggling to carry her holdall, dressed in oversized clothes, but tottering along in her high-heeled shoes. Now we were away from the building and out of sight from the vast majority of other guards, I reached out and took the holdall and carried it for her.“Oh, thank you. You’re a gentleman,” Jada said, beaming.“You’re welcome,” I replied.We eventually reached the FVU2. I unlocked the first gate at the outer-ring fence of the FVU2, allowed Jada to pass through, and closed and locked it behind us. Then there was a ten-foot walk to the inner-ring fence, where I again unlocked the gate, we passed through, and I again locked it behind us. We were now the only two people inside this compound.I walked her past my little outside guard station, and up to trailer number one. This trailer had been recently refurbished, paid for by a local charity, that felt that these family visitations were important for the inmates’ rehabilitation. However, a newspaper had gotten hold of the story, and certain community groups people became upset, as I guess they believed the only money that should be spent on prisons was more walls and more guards. It meant the other three trailers had never gotten refurbished.It was my choice as to which trailer each inmate and their visitor got, and as Jackson King was the only inmate booked for a visit today, and I was quite taken with his wife Jada, I figured let them use the nice one.I opened the door to the trailer, and let Jada inside.“Oh, it’s actually quite nice,” Jada said, slightly surprised.The other three trailers weren’t nearly so nice. This one had air-conditioning for a start, and all-new interiors for the bedroom, lounge, and bathroom. I briefly showed Jada the three rooms. I then explained I would not be locking the door to the trailer, due to fire safety, but that the gates to the FVU2 compound would be locked whilst I left to collect her husband. I turned on the air-conditioning unit to cool the place down.I also explained to Jada that she could leave the trailer if she needed a cigarette for example, but that she should wear her baggy clothes if she did. We didn’t want some inmate seeing a sexily dressed woman, even from a long distance away, and getting ideas about how he might get into this compound.“Oh no, it’s fine, I’ll stay in here. I don’t smoke anyway,” Jada replied, “But I can wear what I want in here though, right?”“Yes ma’am,” I told her.“Well, I better get ready for my man then, hadn’t I?” she said, grinning, and unzipping her hoodie top.“I’ll be back with your husband in about fifteen minutes or so,” I said, and stepped back out into the heat, the trailer door closing behind me, and making my way out through the gates and back out into the main compound.I finally returned to Jada in the FVU2 compound, but not until almost an hour later. I would not return with Jada’s husband or good news. I didn’t think she was going to be happy.When I had gone to collect her husband in the holding area, I had been advised by another guard that there was a problem. After Jackson King had been moved out of his cell down to the holding area, there had been a fight between King’s cellmate, an elderly, wiry man nicknamed ‘The Moose’, and another prisoner. The Moose, presumably named as such because he was Canadian, had been taken to the prison hospital to treat some minor wounds. A search had then been made of Jackson King and The Moose’s cell, and a mobile phone, a homemade knife, and a small amount of marijuana had been discovered.The problem with these searches of cells with multiple inmates was that usually, both parties denied any knowledge of the contraband, or occasionally even specifically accused the other. In this case, they both had simply said they knew nothing about it. These two weren’t going to incriminate each other.It then became a case of whether the prison block supervisor had at least a reasonable suspicion that the contraband belonged to one individual or the other. If they did, that inmate would be punished. Certainly, any access to using the Family Visitation Unit with his wife would immediately be suspended if it was decided the contraband belonged to Jackson King. The process to determine if it was King’s or not was currently underway, and so therefore they had decided to keep him in the holding area until a decision was made.There didn’t seem to be much of a rush by my colleagues to hurry this process along, however. I didn’t want to leave a woman alone, even if there were multiple walls, fences, and gates between any inmate and herself. So that is why I made the walk back to the FVU2, without any definitive news about Jada’s husband.

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