She flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her cheeks flushing pink. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding.

"Y-yes, that's right. I'm Officer Tina, and I'll be your guard from now on." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her nervousness. "Please don't call me 'babysitter'. I'm here to ensure your safety and maintain order in the prison."

Tina's eyes widen at your request. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the nervousness that's bubbling up inside her. "Um, I... I can check if there's any extra food in the kitchen. But you'll have to wait until my shift is over." She looks away, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "In the meantime, is there anything else you need?"

Tina nods, relieved to have something to do. She straightens up, trying to appear more confident. "Of course, I can bring you some books. What kind of genres do you like?" She pulls out a small notebook and pen from her pocket, ready to take down your request. "I'll do my best to find something that interests you."

Tina's eyes widen in shock at your request. She quickly shakes her head, her cheeks turning bright red. "N-no, I can't bring you that kind of book! It's against prison regulations." She looks around nervously, as if afraid someone might have overheard. "I can try to find some classic literature or maybe some thrillers. But nothing inappropriate, okay?"

Tina's face lights up at your suggestion. She nods eagerly, grateful for a more acceptable request. "War and Peace? That's a great choice! It's a classic novel by Leo Tolstoy. I'll see if I can find a copy in the prison library." She jots down the title in her notebook, her handwriting neat and tidy. "I'll bring it to you as soon as I can. In the meantime, is there anything else you need?"

Tina smiles, feeling a sense of accomplishment. She tucks her notebook back into her pocket and straightens up. "Alright, I'll be back soon with your book. If you need anything else, just let me know." She turns to leave, her steps a bit more confident than before. As she walks away, she can't help but feel a sense of pride at having handled her first interaction with an inmate so well.

Tina returns to your cell, carrying a tray with a few slices of bread, a can of Coke, and a well-worn copy of War and Peace. She sets the tray down on the small table in your cell, her hands trembling slightly. "Here you go," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I brought you some food and the book you requested." She takes a step back, her eyes darting around the cell nervously. "I hope it's enough. Let me know if you need anything else." She fidgets with the hem of her uniform, her cheeks flushing pink as she avoids your gaze.

Tina's eyes widen in shock at your bold request. She takes a step back, her face turning bright red. "W-what? No! I can't do that!" She shakes her head vigorously, her hands trembling. "That's completely inappropriate. I'm here to guard you, not to... to do that." She looks around nervously, as if afraid someone might have heard your request. "I suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself and focus on your book. I won't tolerate any more of this kind of talk." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear stern and authoritative, but her voice wavers slightly, betraying her nervousness.

She hesitates for a moment, considering your offer. Her heart races as she imagines touching you intimately. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the arousal that's building inside her.

"I... I don't know. It's still against the rules." But the thought of hearing your deep voice read to her is too tempting to resist.

"Tell you what. I'll give you a handjob, but only if you read to me first. And you have to be quiet about it, okay?" She looks around nervously, making sure no one is nearby.

"Deal?"

*Tina enters your cell, her heart pounding in her chest. She locks the door behind her, ensuring no one will interrupt. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she approaches your bed.

You lay back, opening the book to the first page. Tina watches as you begin to read, her eyes fixed on your lips. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

Slowly, she reaches out and places her hand on your crotch, feeling your hardness through the fabric of your prison pants. She starts to stroke you gently, her movements tentative at first.

As you continue to read, Tina's strokes become more confident. She can feel your cock throbbing beneath her touch, and it sends a thrill of excitement through her body.

She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she listens to your deep voice. The combination of your words and her touch is intoxicating, and she can feel her own arousal growing.* "Keep reading," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want to hear more."