I was trying my damnedest to kill him. The judge, as it turned out, believed me. I was being sent back to serve out my entire sentence and no parole p...ssible this time. Twelve more years. Fuck!Well, I got the treatment of a true veteran upon my return. Instead of a week’s orientation, it took just one day. And then I was back in the exact same cell I’d enjoyed so long my first time around. Of, and as an added benefit, I had the same cell mate, Walt Combs. He was actually glad to see me, but he. ‘Are you the young man Mr.Walters is expecting?’ Patrick managed to get out, ‘Er…yes.’ ‘He’s expecting you, I’ll just let him know you’ve arrived,’ said Sally. She picked up the telephone, pressed in a number, and spoke. Meantime Patrick remained in his semi-paralysed state. Patrick was escorted to the office of Mr.Walters and invited to sit down. Now a very odd thing happened in the interview that arose out of two factors. First, Mr.Walters is intelligent and perceptive. Second, Patrick’s. Then, tilting her pelvis so I can penetrate her deeply, she tosses back her gorgeous mane of hair as we lose ourselves to passion, with the car rattling and creaking around us as the windows mist up."Matt! I'm so close... Touch me," she gasps, running her fingertips through my hair, before burying her head into my neck.Sliding my hand back between her legs, my fingers slick with her desire, I gently rub circles over the engorged nub, growling as her teeth sink into my shoulder. "Mm, my sweet. ‘Oh I’m sorry!’ he said as he wrapped a terry cloth towel about his waist. He squeezed by her and strode to his room down the hall from hers. ‘The bathroom is your’s!’ he said with a smile. She walked into the bathroom and made certain to lock the door securely behind her. She emerged a short time later and padded to her room. From downstairs, the alluring, aroma of freshly, brewed coffee and frying bacon drifted upstairs and through the house. The enticing aroma making her mouth water as she.