Things had been going so well, and now this. Our first fight, and over what? So stupid. I felt stupid. I got up and walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning ...y blouse as I went. Tossing my blouse on the bed, I took of my earrings and necklace then walked into the bathroom and washed my face. Drying my face with a thick towel, I stood and looked into the mirror. Same old me. Long mousy brown hair, small intense eyes, too big of a nose, mouth that didn't smile enough. I could pick out every flaw with. What more do they want from me?Butyrka Prison, MoscowLifting my eyes, forced to see what I don’t want to see by the grip upon my hair, the prisoners are waiting, staring, ogling, lusting. Bare tattooed chests, some in yellow pants, some in orange, but all lining up behind the gate, still holding their dripping, aggressive erections in tight fists, stroking them slowly."Your time will be done soon, and I will not be able to return with the girl ..." the female guard says to my audience, her. ”“Kara — do you know what’s involved putting a window into a stone house?”“Sorry — I forgot. You do have a vent fan. That’s required by code.”“Let’s look at the master bedroom.” He led her through the door that connected the upstairs bathroom to the master bedroom. “This is furniture from my old room at home.”“It’s nice,” she remarked. “Full sized bed. You have room for a queen, at least.”“Yeah, maybe.” He stood beside her and brushed his hand against hers. She touched her palm to his and they. It was now more lubricated with leaking juices from her pussy and his smaller cock entered her easier than Dan’s.“Mmm, this feels so fucking good, my love. Thank you for being such a good husband to me.”“You’re welcome, my love. You find me my fair share of women to fuck, so it’s easy to repay you. You know it arouses me to watch men fucking you and receiving blow jobs,” Dan replied casually stroking his hard cock. One of the men couldn’t take his eyes off it, subconsciously licking his.