I made those bastards suffer. That was my vengeance. Someone fucks you over, you fuck them back. I fucked them good. Like I said, prison has changed m.... It’s changed me forever. I went in there as a young black man who killed a white man in self-defense. I was found not guilty of murder. The ex-soldier who attacked me had a history of violence. In fact, he had been kicked out of the armed forces for that. I’m the kind of guy who has lived a sheltered life. I was raised by my father and mother.. Are you trying to tell me something, or ask me something?”He got up and sat on the couch. “Your turn now, my tongue needs a rest.”“Okay, play your games,” she laughed, “but one of these days, you’ll admit that you’re a closet voyeur.”She rolled over on top of him and her tits traced fiery little paths on his skin as she slid down his body, and his cock twitched when she dragged it between the two massive mounds of magnificent mammary flesh. She held his shaft lovingly with both hands and licked. The guards pushed me along, and she opened a door and we went into a large room filled with many kinds of obscure fixtures, and a whole collection of what were apparently torture devices. I was near vomiting now and had to be handled forcefully as they shoved me onto a restraint table, and as I sat, hands still behind me,they strapped my ankles down firmly. They released my hands and pulled me back, fastening my wrists, arms, and legs. I was completely immobile and shaking in terror as the. I also have a good sense of humor. Most women feel relaxed talking to me and wouldn’t suspect that I am the sexual predator that I actually am. I had the cocktail waitress bring her a fresh martini. Knowing that she was being ignored by her husband at home worked as an advantage to me. I gave her subtle compliments to loosen her up and set her at ease. I joked around and got her laughing. When she wasn’t looking a pulled the small packet of powder out of my pocket and poured it into her drink..