I stood back afterwards as I had shocked myself, I didn’t know those feelings were in there so deep until they all spilled out.As fate would have it..., on Sunday night he texted me again wanting to see me, he arrived about an hour later and I totally spilled everything out to him, he was shocked to say the least and said he needed time to think about it.I thought I had blown it till he picked me up off the sofa and pulling me into his arms kissed me deeply, our tongues finding each others,. As you pass me I can smell he scent of your perfume. You are wanting me as bad as I want you. I want to grab you and have my way with you, but I don’t want this to end quickly, it is a time for sensuality. so you pick up a hair brush and I watch as you brush your hair a bit. You really don’t need to arrange you hair, but you know I can see your reflection in the mirror. Your right hand holds the brush and strokes your soft hair. I look into the mirror and see your erect nipple through the bra. Prisoner 666 spit on my face for a long time, he called me as bitch to worse, as insect "bgsy" very little insignificant and easy replaceable, yelling and hitting on the floor the dishes with meal i brought to him.on easter holiday i´ve decided there was enough...and prisoner 666 would learn how to "behave" according to "the-shelter" that "accepted" him, when we know even nowehere else he would live in, and could be "erased" as merely "target" by "his-mates" convicts.i brought irons and i. Give me a baby you Mother Fucker!" Okay, she's right on two counts, I'm a son of a bitch and I WAS fucking a mother. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up. "I'm not gonna come that easily, honey. Look at yourself. You're nothing but a slut! You're fucking your sister's husband! Who's the bitch now?" I pushed her face back down and slapped her ass, hard. "That's what you deserve, you little cunt!" I slapped her again, with both hands this time. She cried out but continued to grind her.