” I ventured.“No pretence of love or affection then?” she asked.“No, Bloody bollocks is that, bloody affection, I just wants a bloody shag, yo... won't do better than that I shan’t bloody offer again.” I said.“Good,” she said, “Then I won’t need to say no again, the answer captain is no, never.” She stormed away in a bloody strop.“Feisty piece ent her?” I queried, “I got the cash,” I said, “If thee thought I were bloody messing.”Lord Mc’s eyes bulged as I showed a pocket full of gold.“Take a. "This is the last time you'll come to E block through the front door Michele; but don't worry you'll be spending lots of time here," he sniggered and slammed the main door to block shut behind us.E Block was still as dark, cold, damp and deadly quiet as it was when I came here a couple of days ago. Eddie led me past the old disused cafeteria where the rusty tools, forgotten by time, still lay in a pile. We continued down to the part of the block that constituted the brothel. Steve opened a. I saw that man trying to say something, I asked him what?? He said can we go to the last row as that had a long single stretch of seat. I agreed, I pulled my cock from my wife’s mouth and motioned her to straighten her clothe. Everyone except driver was asleep. And he was busy with his driving. We moved swiftly toward the last row of seat without making any noise. When we reached their that man lied down on the row and asked my wife to sit on him she obliged and he pulled her skirt up once gain. And then they hugged and exchanged a small kiss, and the blonde put her dress back on and left. Clarisse looked at me through glazed eyes and smiled. “Good girl.” My heart stumbled and a strange warmth filled me at the praise. “You can dress now.” That poured over me like a bucket of ice water. ‘But...’ I wanted to say. Her eyes narrowed. This was her game, a cruel game, I realized. So I dressed. She did too. None of us spoke. The blindfold went back over my eyes, and then we were on our way.