They called it protection money. I was lucky no one ever asked me for protection money. I believe this is due to my cell mate Barry.Barry was inside f...or life. He wasn’t going to see the prison walls from the outside in this lifetime. Rumours have it he’s killed some men, some Underworld related figures from the 80’s. He was in his late 50’s, a big man, not overweight but fit, would get up every morning to exercise, I guess that is where I picked up the habit. In here he was respected by not. ”“Why not?”“Well uh, my wife said she would rather not see you ever again.”“She did?”“Yes.”“What do you want?”“I want what my wife wants.”“Your wife wants my fat cock in her cunt. You heard what she said.”“Yes, I did, but that was under ... some unusual circumstances. She has changed her mind.“No she hasn’t, and neither have you. She still wants me to fuck her and so do you.”“No, no. She told me last night to tell you not to come to our house and that’s the end of it.” I said putting my foot. Jimmy leaned forward, allowing his tongue to slide from the lower end, up and across Chloe's puffy lips. His soft caressing caused her fleshy lips to squish against his rough tongue. He repeated it, again and again.Droplets of her sweet juices trickled onto his tongue, as he tasted her nectar. She was so sweet. The heat from her warm pussy flowed across his face as he continued to lick her cunt.Chloe ran her hand across her waist, where upon she began to gently rub in small circles over the. We stopped him only because we wanted to have dinner and then see what happens. He was agreeable to that and we had a big laugh over dinner.After dinner we had drinks and my wife always gets a buzz on quickly and when she felt it coming on she excused herself and went into the bedroom. John and I talked about old times and when my wife returned with more drinks she had a see-through nightie on and she look terrific. She sat down between John and I on the couch while we had our drinks.My wife.