The sound of morning footsteps echoing through the iron bars.A woman works as a psychologist at a strict correctional facility.A voluptuous F cup body hidden under a white coat with an intelligent look.``I don't blame them. But I will work with them to rebuild their broken hearts. That is my form of love,'' she said quietly, and before she knew it, she began to accept the pent-up sexual desires of the boys herself in the name of ``maternal love.''"This will make things a little easier..." he said with a smile as he gently and deeply swallowed the boy's urges.A facility that was supposed to be a place of rehabilitation.However, what was there was a hungry beast wearing the mask of a mother.
