As I laid in bed, I started to stroke my penis, (as I do every night) tossing my blankets aside exposing myself. My room is fairly dark, when Don ente...s and sits on the edge of my bed. Not a word was said! I stopped jacking off when I sensed him enter, but, there was no mistaking my hard on sticking up, even in the dimly lit room. Don’s eyes were locked on my penis, as I attempted to pull the sheet over it. Without a word, he leaned over and pulling the sheet out of the way, took my cock head. ”“Well, perhaps I just don’t want to phone her.”“Why not?”She stopped and turned to me with tears in her eyes.“Because on her last visit she said she was preparing to leave her husband and make a new life with me and I didn’t want her to be hurt when I took the sleeping pills, that’s why.”“But all that’s changed now mum, you’re with me, she can come here any time you want.”“Right Michael, just think about that for a minute, go back to when we met outside the prison, you say 'Hi mum, and I say. It was sexy. By shifting in front of the mirror, I could just about show anything I wanted to show. I was getting nervous as I waited. I feared something was wrong. Had all of our screwing around caused John a problem. No one else I had talked to was having a problem, that was for sure. Of course none of the rest were married to me. I really didn't mind John being with the other women... Fortunately John showed up 1 min after 6 in a freshly pressed navy blue suit and my favorite tie. He was. He was delicate with it either. He rammed into me so hard. If I hadn’t been so wet it would have really hurt. He just kept plunging into me. I arched my back and grabbed him trying to catch my breath but he just enveloped me- his massive arms grabbing me up like the ragdoll I had become. I just couldn’t catch up. And when he started whispering in my ear… things like “what a little slut I was for doing this” and “he knew that I’d wanted him for months” and “he’d known that while we had been in.