He came again in the bedroom and I had his cock again for breakfast. It was a very good night! I could hear one of Jeremy’s friends beginning to org...sm. The groans and cries followed by Jeremy’s slurps and muffled ‘mmms’. I could hear the second man getting close too as Jeremy masturbated him. “Oh yea! Fuck yea! Are you ready for it?” my man near shouted. He clutched the bed while flexing his hips to thrust into my face. I held his hips to follow his thrusts and prepared. With a quick hard. He called me a Negro slut, an ape woman and all kinds of slurs. It took several prison guards to haul him away from the visitation room. Even though we were separated by bulletproof glass, I felt frightened of him. Who knew this man I once loved had such hatred in him? After Timothy, I focused on school and work, and didn’t feel like giving any man, Black or White, the time of day. Until I met Jean-Francois Heureux. A tall, good-looking young Black woman originally from the island of Haiti.. I never wear out and theabsolute primal urge to masturbate never goes away. Two minutesafter a session, I am ready to go again. I have always taken thenecessary steps to keep my libido in check. I find that a steadydiet of sex with Renee, prostitutes, and myself usually does thetrick.However, over the last several months, the intensity of the demandfor release has increased almost daily. It has gotten to the pointwhere I masturbate almost continuously. I only slow down for thepretense of trying. His breath was fresh and he was at once both firm and gentle, honestly, I started to feel faint as his hands started probing my back and my butt. I was shocked by how much I wanted to melt into his arms.After a long kiss, he broke off and looked me in the eye. “He was still a dick, but I get what LaMar was after with you, you are a sweetie.” I blushed, BADLY. “But,” he continued, “what do you have in mind with LaMar?”So I told him: I wanted LaMar restrained on the bed, naked from the.