There was the hope that I could be paroled in seven years.I was allowed a visit with my wife while waiting to be transported upstate two days hence."M...rci, for godssake quit the crying. I need to talk to you," I said."Okay," she said, but she continued bawling."Look, I'll be okay. We'll write, and maybe you could visit me once in a while. Okay? It's kind of a long drive, but once in a while," I said."Every month, my husband, every month. I promise," she said.I smiled. I hoped she would. But, I. He skirt was soon up around her thighs as she slowly stroked herself. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. She just couldn’t wait to get home and slide that big black dildo all the way inside her. In fact she’s not sure how she got home without having a huge orgasm. She quickly went indoors and dropped the groceries on the kitchen table and almost ran upstairs taking her skirt off as she did so.She got her dildo out of her bedside drawer and with her legs wide apart slid it inside herself. She. .. Wake up, Jake!"I opened my eyes to find Samantha above me, her hands on my shoulders and a very worried look on her face.Just then, Mike, Tiffany and Kirsten rushed in the room."What's wrong?" Asked Mike. "What was all that screaming?"I tried to talk but my throat was raw and all that came out was a hoarse rasp."Shh ... Don't try to talk." said Samantha, softly, "Kirsten, go and get him some tea, not too hot." Yes, Mistress." said Kirsten, automatically."He was having some sort of. They were on a calendar, and she agreed to let him have sex with her once a week, in order to keep the peace. And now she was delivering her very best lap-dance, in order to keep her night of skinny-dipping a secret. "That's nice," I told her, gazing on her heart-shaped cheeks and thinking how nice it would be to bury my face in them. She stood back up and danced a bit longer before she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, releasing her full, ripe tits, swaying to the music's beat. I saw.