After supper, I was inteviewed by the night captain of the guards and assigned a cell on the first floor main cellblock tier. Having worked some two y...ars in a civilian restaurant kitchen, I was assigned to work in the prison kitchen to start off with. Designed to originally contain only 400 inmates, the vast majority of the cells were now housing two prisioners instead of one! Now without my watch and holding a face cloth, two towels, a roll of toilet paper and three pages of typed out. A thing, an it. When I return I push my stool to the side andkneel in wait holding her new shoes. I look to the side of me and take along look at what used to be my man chair, remembering the last time Isat in the chair..."Oh, there's my little tart," my wife says sensually when she walked inthe room and saw me relaxing in my chair during one of our fantasyweekends. Oh my god she looks so fucking hot, so fucking dominant in justher regular street clothes...a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots. I gently spread her pussy lips and kissed the wet, crimson inner surfaces of her labia. I started running the tip of my tongue up and down her gash. I tried to find ways to stimulate her clitoris without directly touching her sex pearl with my tongue. Her hips squirmed, her fingers tangled in my hair, and she pulled my mouth hard against her drooling pussy.“Stop teasing me and lick me. Lick my clit now!” Connie demanded in a husky voice.Her tone was so full of need and torment that I couldn’t. But slap me first.You want that?I want you to slap me like the whore I am.I’ll slap you.Ouch…oh, hit me, baby, one more time.I give you a good kick in the stomach. I kiss your feet.I slap you good across the face. You just slapped me in the face.Kiss my ass, bitch.Mm I’m going to kiss your ass.God that’s even better. Kiss my ass usually isn’t even a sexual thing, it’s again an insult.I know.But you’d really do it, wouldn’t you? You’d kiss my ass.Like the dumb white cunt that I am. Can you.