Whilst the nail polish was drying she even cleaned and moisturized my skin, basically giving me the important parts of my usual treatment in less than...half the time. With a wide smile she opened the door for me and I walked off, her money safely secured in my purse, planning to enjoy every second of the free time she had given me. As my steps took me closer and closer, I bit my lip nervously, worrying about the people I would meet, just then realizing that there might be a chance, although a. Or what have you. If you don't volunteer information, they're just going to assume guilt and go through the motions, moving on to the next case.That's why it took under an hour for the jury to deliberate my fate.Guilty of first-degree rape.What was the point, really? Why tell my story to a therapist? To a cell mate? Anybody?Nobody would believe me, and it would just look like I was pussy, anyway. Which is what I was. She made sure she reminded me of that numerous times. It's because it was the. A loud gasp came out as I felt Tyrone's hardness and that it was real, very real. It had to at least be ten inches and the most I ever had was six and a half and that was before my husband who was barely six inches. "What's the matter never felt a cock as big as mine?"I could only shake my head in partial disbelief as we continued to dance to the music feeling more than a little naughty as I did so. Finally after awhile I felt more than a little tired."Hey you mind if we stop for a while and go. After I'd given Bill a blowjob the last time we'd been together, he'd let me lick and clean his cock off from my saliva and his cum and then he'd flipped me around and Bill had moved in between my legs and he'd sucked me off to orgasm as well. I'll have to tell you about that second blowjob Bill ever gave me but for this story, let me tell you about the third time he and I were together.As soon as Bill and I got stripped down to our briefs and nothing else, I was ogling my sexy friend's body.