Anyways, I work for banking company that is based around the eastern half of Canada. I had gotten tired of living in a metropolis such as Toronto, so ... was ready for the quiet lifestyle of St.John's. Less crazy people, and a new environment; I was quite excited. I am a 30 year old accounting consultant, so I'm not exactly that high on the food chain, but I had only been there for 6 months. With a fresh new start St. John's would be where I move up.Thursday morning was my first day. The weather. Maybe you do want to be with your boyfriends in the other cell. They looked comfortable.??My name is John, not Bondage Boy. I am not into bondage and I am not gay. And I don’t belong here.??Then you have a problem then, don’t you. I think I had it right first, you are just a sissy boy and you are loving this all. Every bondage prisoner here is gay. And you are the poster boy for bondage. Look at you. Not into bondage my ass. It took four guards and that troll Alexei to put chains me, you. The first, whom they named Joshua, had been born with a variety of ailments, most of them respiratory. He was taken immediately to NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit), and died within two hours. My parents were heartbroken. But they also knew they were still blessed to have another son, a healthy, vibrant, lucky-to-be-alive child. Me. They named me Daniel.My childhood was mostly normal, but I can see now that my parents never quite healed from the loss of their other son. They cherished me. As you guys had read in the last part I started teasing her. After she was completely turned on and couldn’t resist further, I tried to thrust my dick into her soft shaved spotless pussy.She was already wet and I was hard. But man! She was a real lady, a horny bitch, it wasn’t that easy. As I started opening my zip, she pushed me on the sofa and pulled my pant hastily. She took my entire dick inside her mouth in one go and started giving me a deep blowjob! What a nasty one it was.Her soft lips.