"Laura was receptive to the telephone answering machine, especially when I mentioned the bonus of my being able to hear that she was okay even if I wa... not there to talk to her."We need to get a washing machine too, I'm tired of going to the Laundromat," I said."Okay, you buy it. I don't need to pick it out. I don't do laundry." And we need to get you some clothes that fit," I added."Okay, you take care of that too," she kidded me, sounding tired.I told her of my upcoming date with Lacy on. ‘Marty, you listening?’ ‘Horace, I gotta get this stuff packed. Lemme ask you something. Do you think I should keep my old stuff, from before? I don’t know as I’ll ever get back into those pants.’ Horace Walpole, the prison guard who had looked after Marty after Marty had stepped in and held another prisoner in check after he had stabbed Walpole in the throat during a riot, sighed. He picked up the pants and held them up against Piatkowski. The cream-colored slacks still bore some of the. That wasnt to be the last ass hole man or womans I licked out that night. After he had finished he then stood back and fastened his jeans, I was still lying on the table, legs apart with cum running out of my abused pussy. Mick said he had finished with me for the time being, so who was next to fuck the tart. There was soon another cock pummelling into my cunt and another in my mouth, I was now getting what I wanted and deserved, being used for what I was, a slutty sex toy for the pleasure of. I was now in cloud nine. I moved my chair slightly to allow her more room to manoevre. I slid my hand between her legs and worked my way up her shirt and began to finger her panty. She was already wet."You have a big dick sir and I want it ....." before she could finish there was a knock on the door. I quickly pushed my chair forward to avoid my dick from being seen."Sir there is a call for you down stairs," A lady receptionist at our work place just budged in."Okay, I am coming." Well maybe I.