”“What’s an Alabama argument?” she asked.“One where somebody makes his point with a shank,” I said.“Do you have a knife?” she asked me....“Of course I do, I’m a fisherman,” I said.“If you want to try to vacate my parole for that, you are just going to cost me more money. Marcy will be happy to take you on again,” I said.“No problem, I just might need to do a DNA test on it. That is, if I don’t clear the case without it,” Sylvia Amos said.“Well in the meantime I’m going back to my house and watch. Mistress grabs my arm as I'm about to drop to my knees. I snap back to what's going on, barely. She leads me over the back of the couch.I'm no longer wet from the shower but drenched in sweat! "Reach back here and spread your cheeks bitch!" I had enough senses to do as she ordered. I...I feel what I believe is my normal butt plug being pushed into my asshole after being lubed, at least she lubed it I think?? (Found out later it was with cooking oil!) But it's not going in like it normally does?. After a short while, we made our way upstairs and she kicked off the heels, i used my tie, that i wore earlier that day, to fasten her left wrist to the bed and another from the drawer to fasten the right one,then i went down between her legs and tasted that juicy little pussy, licking her clit and tasting her juices, I paid attention to her inner lips, which were very sensitive and vibrated my toungue on her clit, which tipped her over the edge,on two occasions i needed a towel to dry my face,. I was a bit tired after a long week working hard at the office and I needed something to relief my growing stress…As I entered the gym, I checked out I was the only person there; my own high heels were clicking on the floor. I had gone home just to pick up my gym clothes bag and I was still wearing my tight skirt and blouse, along with my sexy stilettos.I found a stranger at the counter; a huge handsome black guy I had never seen before. He was the new guy at the gym and he introduced himself.