Sonia was Sonia, A voracious predator who loved me to fuck her in all kinds of situations and venues, always trying to push the boundaries of decency ...ith the places she chose to perform, she had an excellent body and she knew it with her fantastic thighs and good breasts, the cleavage of which was nearly always on show in one form or another, she always maintained that I had a power over her because she was addicted to my nipple lick that sent her over the edge wherever we were having sex, to. She would write and tell me about my kids and how they were doing. She said Rita tried to turn the kids against me but whenever she got the chance she tried to tell them what a nice guy I was. She always signed the letters, ‘Love, Thelma.’ Damn, wish it were true. She wrote me for about eight years. Then the letters stopped. I don’t know if it was because of my transfer into another prison. Oh, I forgot – they like to call it a correctional facility. I started in Mansfield Correctional and. Slowly the anger, the red-hot fury that had completely flooded through me, drained out through that gaping hole in my chest. It flowed down my front and dripped off my dangling feet to make messy pools on the rug beneath me. Soon there was nothing left inside of the empty husk that was me. I’d become a rag doll, limp and boneless.Dan lowered me until my feet were on the floor, but a rag doll can’t stand on its own so I crumpled and started to collapse. Dan caught me before I could fall. That. Dressed inexquisite lingerie, each model having her own layout, filled with pagesthat would turn most men's faces red or hard in the pants. The firstmodel, dressed in a pretty yellow baby doll nighty was shown on page 22.By page 28 she had been met by an unbelievably good looking man, who hadher naked and performing various sexual acts. There were at least eightdifferent women in this magazine and from what I saw each had sex at somepoint in her layout. I was turning red as Dr. Turnbul came.