With skin the color of Bavarian cream, I appear positively gilded when the sun’s rays wash over me. I am crowned by a glossy mass of loose curls tha... tumble to my hips, the color redolent of mahogany in winter shadows. In a world where so much aching beauty resides, I am but a single tender gem. My self-evaluation complete, I lift my gaze to my surroundings, taking in the sounds. A playful breeze undulates through the woods like laughter, lifting my hair and chilling my skin enough for my pink. With making sure the warden was happy and getting some media time in, I had overdone it.“What the hell happened over there?” she wanted to know, thumbing at my used and abused subject.“Oh that” I disregarded with a wave, “Favor for the warden.” I explained, sitting up in bed.“Zip tying her tits?” she asked unbelievably.“Well, they were sagging.” I explained, “Now look how perky they are.” taking the breakfast tray from her.“They’re blood red.” Fitz replied, “And did you have to gag her?”“She. I was so desperate to lose my virginity that I gave it up to a drunk. I was stupid. But not anymore. Now, I was looking for honest love. Once, Marcus took me to his house. I met his father and his sister. His father Lobo Brock was a former U.S. Marine captain and his sister Rita was a nurse at Brockton Hospital. They lived in a neat little house in Brockton’s west side. I was in Marcus’s room by myself for a minute. I took a look around. Guess what I found under the bed? Magazines. Magazines. He moved up kissing her tummy, his hands reached up his fingers pinching her nipples pulling them gently as he moved up a little more; he leant down and licked a nipple as his finger eased back and forth into her pussy once more.Sally looked at him as she eased her hips upwards letting him push his finger deeper into her. She held his head and smoothed his grey hair and whispered, “Oh fuck, yes, Daddy. Oh fuck ...”’ as she reached down taking his cock into her hand. She stroked it gently, “Oh.