My first thought was, salon? Eww. Whywould I go to a salon. But then Katy said, "You like salons, don't you,Danny?" And all of a sudden I couldn't wai... to go. I mean, salons are cool,right? Everyone pays attention to you, and you come away feeling great. Imean, even now I get a flush when I drive past one. Don't look at me that way.You probably get the same feeling.So we got to the salon, and I was told to go to a back room with one of thegirls, and strip down to my underwear. The attendant. With your hands you massage my bulge. You open the button, you unzip the pants, make it slide along my legs. Your hands fly, eager. In my boxer, my shaft feels constricted, and hot. The tip of my glans appears (I'm cut). You put your mouth on it, sucking on it, twirling around my dick head with your tongue."You leaked Ian, and you still are. Eating my pussy excited you so much ?" This, and your mouth dear. I've been dreaming of this for so long" Then my blowjob will haunt your dreams. And I got a couple from my brother as well. That they were keeping me from going nuts was a great truth for sure. 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. I asked her if I can enter her ass, and I believe she was too much into the mood and just asked me to do everything I wanted to do with her.I moved my penis out of the pussy, removed the condom, and put on a new one. I put some baby oil both in her asshole and over the condom on my penis. Without intimation, I directly pushed my penis into her asshole.Her eyes and mouth opened as if there was something which happened by surprise. I kept my penis inside for about 10 seconds and then started to.