These dainty Caucasian men - if you want to call them "men" - take care of their black "husbands" by washing their socks and dirty undashots, keeping ...the cell clean, massaging his big tired muscles after he been out in the yard pumping iron, an, of course - servicing him sexually. Some Black Men have a string of Caucasian sissies that they prostitute out to the other inmates. It gets pretty sick behind the walls sometimes. I know of one black gang chief that had the words, "BARE BACK," tattooed. He ordered me to lay on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging off. Then he stood between my legs rubbing his thick cock against my slippery pussy lips. His big head felt incredible rubbing against my hard clit and I begged him to stick it deep into me. He slowly slid his fat prick into my tight hole causing me to gasp for air. His old wrinkly skin was shaking as he drove his cock into my pretty pink well. He took pictures of my young fat pussy lips stretching and wrapping around his. She was bright enough to have realized that she had no idea where she was and in which direction she should run.She sure took her time. Maybe the water wasn’t as cold as she’d first thought, or maybe she was just trying to stress me out waiting on her to finish. Perhaps that third washing of her hair was indeed necessary to get the last of the vomit smell out of it. I guess the private-label shampoo wasn’t her usual over-priced salon brand, and there was no conditioner. I liked the light-brown. Tristan looked on in quiet admiration; at his Aunt's willingness to repeatedly gag herself on his erection. With both hands pumping the shaft, she began sucking his giant cock in earnest. Saliva began to build up in her mouth, and his size was such that she was rather helpless to do anything about it. Consequently, a sticky mixture of lipstick and spit began oozing from her lips and trickling down over her fingers. Her pace quickened; her head began to bob; and the head of Tristan's erection.