‘U have potential to be a good writer..I feel your pain..write again..whether to clear ur soul r for the joy of it..hold on and keep on..Peace’ My...Prison I haven’t even met her, I mean face to face. She was just a soft and soothing voice on the other end of a cell connection or some kind and tender words in email and chat. It didn’t take long for me to get lost in the attention of someone new and to reciprocate accordingly. After all it had been 20 years. That was to be my downfall for I am a. Trembling with anticipation and need, she took up her appointed place in the hallway, dressed only in her black underwear and stockings. Neil’s key rattled in the door and Emma moaned quietly under her breath, just waiting. As he opened the door he was greeted by her slowly sliding her hands down closer to her waistband just edging under and teasing him with mischief in her eyes. The sight of her putting on a show for him was amazing and without pausing for breath he was on his knees in front. ’ We walked along in silence for a few minutes. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Name your price.’ ‘Oh I think you know my price,’ I said. ‘A blowjob,’ she asked. ‘Oh, I think you know I want a heck of a lot more than a blowjob,’ I said. ‘Fine but you don’t tell him a word,’ she said. I grabbed her and held her for a second. Then I put my hand down her shorts, so quickly that she failed to stop me before I reached a surprising moist pussy. ‘That’s fine,’ I said, as long as you leave Greg for a weekend and. One of the older crew members must have also seen them too and commented on the way the road was swept that the cleaners must still work here. We decided it must have been a week or two since they had last cleaned.Things were slightly dusty but not dirty, as one would expect of a city that hadn’t been inhabited for centuries or even longer. The lack of footprints suggested to us that no one lived here anymore. The interior of the shops and homes and businesses indicated they had been left and.