I needed those letters for two reasons, actually. One, they kept me from going nuts no question about it. Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, sta...us believe it or not. There was a deal of envy of inmates that had love letters from their women, kids, families. Long termers, like me, often got letters early on, as I discovered. But after a while the letters became fewer and fewer as the people in their previous lives moved on. I was sure that I would at least not be suffering that particular. I dated of course and even bedded women. On the outside all male but on the inside a submissive sissy. I did not tell a soul, I thought I could have the best of both worlds, good relationships with women and then indulging in my innermost fantasies.With a good college degree in finance and economics, I landed a job with a growing company that really took off. Before I knew it I was a vice president and making a six-figure income. Saving and investing wisely, I was literally debt free and. Cassandra's lips were like flames on Laura's. Her fingers bit into Laura's flesh through her clothes, and she drank Laura's mouth, raping it with her tongue. But Laura was just as eager, running her fingers all over Cassandra's skin and face and biting her tongue, dropping her hands to Cassandra's ass, groping for the firm hard moons through the folds of fabric, digging her fingers into each bulging globe."I wanted to do this when I saw you sitting by the runway," Cassandra murmured against. After checking out I walked over and she looked up, after a second she recognized me and said I'll call you back then she reached up and gave me a hug. This is where our story begins. "Jim, it has been so long! You look so different! I hardly recognized you." I was grabbing a snack and I looked over and saw you on the phone. Was there something wrong?" Yeah, I was going to catch a ride home with a friend for the weekend, but she just fell through. What are you doing here?" I am headed home from.