You push me away and lower your knees and dress, suggesting that you’d love to lie down and have a massage. You stand and smooth your dress down, an... I follow you back into the kitchen.I draw you into my arms. Our lips slowly begin to caress as our tongues begin to explore each others mouths. We kiss more passionately, rubbing and touching each other through our clothing. My hand gradually pulls your dress up and then works its way up your soft warm skin toward your pussy. You break our kiss. Entering my cell, I found an empty bed on the right. On the left was a guy lying on the other bed, holding a copy of the Bible. I put my things on the bed, sat down, took out the envelope and just stared at it. I felt a tear run down my cheek.Then my cell mate spoke, “Here, wipe your eyes. Don’t let the others see you like this.”He threw me a box of tissues. I whispered, “Thank you.”That is how my prison sentence started. Bob, who is my cell mate, and I hardly talked. Only ‘Good Morning’ and. Come on, I'll show you the car and explain what you have to do."Forty dollars an hours was pretty good money for just standing around and showing a lot of leg, but Good God was it boring as hell. It got to be just a little bit exciting after I decided that I had to break the boredom. Whenever a bunch of cute guys were at the railing looking at me (I knew it wasn't the car they were looking at) I would time it so I was sliding onto the seat of the car as the rotation of the turntable brought me. From what started off as being one wild weekend of expelling my curiosity, became a weekly event with Luther.He fucked me silly for several months, by then I was at the point I craved it almost daily.Then all of sudden both Prestwick and Luther suddenly, stopped showing up and dropped off the radar.Now I bring you forward to tonite, a Saturday.There were four different bouncers working the doors, as I walked inside.They were all tall, dark and built like brick shithouses.Just picturing them and.