It was on a Friday afternoon and the shipping clerk asked if I would like to come home with him and have a nice home cooked meal with him and his wife.... He was an average white guy probably in his 50s, overweight with a big belly and I knew what he probably had in mind but I had been on the road for a couple of weeks and a home cooked meal sounded great and the other possibilities didn't sound bad either. On the way to his house we made small talk and I asked him how long him and the wife had. " She starts slowly rocking forward, then back, careful not to let my tongue slide out of her asshole. Surprisingly, I'm the one that has to remove my tongue before she pushes me out because my mouth is getting a little tired. "Leaving so soon?" Jessica teases, as she reaches back and spreads her ass wide with both hands."Just getting a better angle." I smile, as I move my mouth back to her beautiful ruby-red starfruit, and shove my tongue deep again. Her hot little orifice seems to suck on my. I awoke around midnight and I was not sure why, in the dim light I saw a face on the edge of the couch, the eyes were looking at me, as I opened my eyes wider the face moved forward and kissed me on the lips, lingering on my lips for few seconds, my cock started to lurch into life dragging itself out of its rest, the face returned to the edge of the couch resting on the hands that were crossed on top of each other, the owner of the face was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, I licked my. Throughout his trial, Michael had been warned of rapists. But no onemessed with him that first day. Or the second one. He feltclaustrophobic in the cell, two by two, and his cot smelled like someoneelse's sweat. His cellmate was Bobby Mason, from Arkansas.Across the wing for those two nights, Michael could hear the cries ofthe weak as they were plucked from their worlds by other inmates. Therewas screaming, and weeping, and moaning in pain. It felt sick andlonely and helpless and.