My God, I was in heaven. This man knew what he was doing. He rubbed up and down my crack pressing his fingered more and more against my asshole. Final...y he worked the tip of his index finger into my ass. At first it felt weird. Then I felt a jabbing pain. When I started to move he stopped me, telling me to relax in a very hypnotic voice. "You need this as much as I need to give it to you." His face was close to mine when suddenly he kissed my neck and then worked his way up to my lips. For the. We all are. But, before you judge us, let each of us explain. We met in prison. I had been arrested for using the credit card of a woman in London and was waiting for my trial. The Police didn’t know but she was the wife of one of the biggest drug dealers in London. I didn’t tell them. But all the money I stole from her was money from drugs, dangerous drugs. I felt no shame. I still don’t. My lawyer was a woman called Sandra Grossman but you know her as Erin. My real name is Elizabeth. About 11:00, she fell asleep on the couch wondering why he and his friends had not come home and played cards.Suddenly she found herself being yanked from the couch and Tom standing over her looking very angry. As she cringed in fright he told her that since she couldn't do what he had told her she could just pack her bags and go home to her mommy. With trembling voice she asked what she had done to make him so mad, he reached out and ripped her skirt and blouse from her body exposing the thin. A moment passed. Then another one. “Mr. James?” she said gently. “I can’t examine you with your clothes on.”“Oh right, right,” he said. I’m a perfect idiot, he thought. He quickly stripped down while she made notes of some sort. Then he sat on the examining table, which was cold as ice. She looked up and immediately her brow wrinkled.Derek felt ill. He knew it. This was some horrid disease.“Mr. James,” Dr. Farren said, “I can see from here that you must be in a lot of pain.”“Yes,” he said. BUT.