My last assignment was with the Brown’s and I had a real blast and also made a nice tip just by smiling and dropping my smiley face panties when req...ested. The husband was well-endowed and his wife had the sweetest tasting pussy I had encountered ever since Betty Box way back in high school in the midnight hours of prom night and me with a tummy filled with vodka and a pussy that enjoyed Betty’s tongue almost as much as my taste-buds enjoyed her pretty little pussy all soft and willing and. I needed those letters for two reasons, actually. One, they kept me from going nuts no question about it. Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, status believe it or not. There was a deal of envy of inmates that had love letters from their women, kids, families. Long termers, like me, often got letters early on, as I discovered. But after a while the letters became fewer and fewer as the people in their previous lives moved on. I was sure that I would at least not be suffering that particular. The cold breeze was easily fest and my ass was starting to freeze making it difficult. His saliva made it wet and it was now even more cold.His spitted in my hole with a pressure and then began to lick it. He while doing this, he made me suck his fingers, and now that his fingers were wet, he began entering them one by one in my arse- hole. My hole was dying for something warm in this freezing night. He stood up and began caressing his cock. I sucked it to wet it and then we wrapped a new. This helped more pre-cum fill my mouth, which I swallowed eagerly.I finally decided to take the plunge and ask him for the ultimate favor and gift. "Would you please fuck me?" is what I said. This wonderful man, with his hard, dripping cock, made my heart leap when he whispered "Yes." He was going to fuck me. I pulled my pants all the way off to I could spread my legs properly. I wet my fingers and lubed up around my asshole as best I could while turning around. I began to sit down on his.