Master and I moved deeper into the prison, deeper into black country - not a white man for blocks. That's just fine by me. I kept hearing how they wan...ed to kill me to make an example of me, but the Black Dogs weren't going to let that happen. Like a good bitch, I'd been taking the time to actually build my master a home in our cell by keeping it swept, mopped and our toilet cleaned. I do his laundry by hand, and have it folded, then put away. I don't know about 'wife' but I was his bitch and I. I went into the kitchen and started unloading the dishwasher. My son’s friend, Brad who was at college with him was sitting on the sofa in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. “Hi Brad,” I said, “I didn’t know you were here.” “Oh, John’s gone to work and I’m just waiting for my sister to pick up the phone so she can come and get me,” he said. Brad was eighteen at the time and had known my son for a few years so I was pretty comfortable with him being around. He had turned into a handsome. Sharon relented as Billy's lips moved to cover hers, his tongue diving hungrily into her mouth. Billy's fingers found her hard nipple through her blouse and gave it a brief twist before he began to unbutton the front of her blouse."What are you doing?" hissed Sharon as he continued to open the top of her shirt, revealing even more of her impossibly deep cleavage."Don't worry Tits," Billy whispered back, undoing another button, "No one can see us." Her shirt was open to halfway down her flat. From behind me, she reached around and gripped the front of my blouse to rip it open, and I blinked as the silk ripped and the buttons went flying. She left it hanging open as she stretched my bra to pull it down over my breast and cup them with her cool hands. She pinched and rolled both nipples, but then stopped to pull my panties down quickly to my knees as she reached between my thighs and slapped my ass hard. She was cupping my sex, and laughing harder now. ‘You are in my home less than a.