"You need to get fit," she said, "Hurry up you were the keen one." It's ok," he said breathlessly, "Give me a minute."She had to wait as he had the sw...pe card for the door but she headed for the shower room where excitement and anticipation suppressed the pain in her shoulders and arms and she emerged a few minutes later perfumed and naked."There' a robe," he said."I know," she said, "This is for you." "Auditioning for Penzance right?" he asked and she just smiled.The lovemaking was pleasant. ’ Ultimately, the facts won a guilty charge. Fifty-seven separate blows is a number that tends to stand out. Second-degree murder. The judge was not so certain, however. My sentence was considerably reduced from the norm to ‘just’ thirty years. * * * I tell you this story on the 10,900th day of my imprisonment. Just two more months to go. No Shawshank Redemption-esque ending for me. No Rita Hayworth posters, no digging like Tim Robbins. But then, Robbins’s character (I think his name was. At least enjoy this night. I know how you feel marrying a boring guy. Be free tonight” he said and his face got very closer to my face. “Well, dear.”“Ok,” I said.He then kissed my lips. I thought he would suddenly take it away. But he didn’t. With his hands, he slapped my ass cheeks and tightly squeezed them. We then used our tongues to kiss. We were kissing for a long time. Then finally he broke the kiss. We went to the place my husband was sitting.“Hey, Suresh. It’s urgent work. I’ve emailed. As he pushed himself into me again I felt him speed up and his balls met my ass with a tight slap. As I felt his dick rub past my prostate which felt greatly larger than usual, I felt my cock spring up and some precum shot out of my dick and landed on my neck, it was warm my legs started to twitch and shake this time from the unbelievable amount of pleasure coursing from my ass to my penis and throughout my entire body. My head flopped to the side and I could see all the men starting to touch.