Soon it was my turn on the counter and I told the employee I would take a pound of beans.He asked what kind of roast I wanted…light, medium or dark....hen I looked at Tom and said to the employee I wanted dark, very dark…I also asked him for a cup of same dark coffee. Then the guy took my money and turned his attention to Tom behind me. I really did want that black man behind me… A couple minutes later I met him again waiting at the drink delivery station.Then Tom asked me if I lived around. .stretching wider as I move it back and forth. Slipping a second finger inside, I finger myself deeper, moaning for the camera. As I slowly slip a third finger inside, I feel my ass stretching more, feeling more open and turned on. I finger my tight asshole for a bit, all the men loving me stretching my hole for them. I reach for my butt plug and cover it lube, pushing it against my tight hole before it finally pops inside, opening me up for the next part. I grab my anal beads, their size. After theyboth sat down, Dexter Boyd moved in for the kill."Lieutenant, as you sit here today, can you tell me to a moralcertainty whether the person you interviewed a few days after themurder was Ashley Vaughn or Sandy Lane?" No," he said with a shrug."So your entire testimony about the statements allegedly made toyou by the defendant is in doubt. One more thing. Where is SandyLane right now?" He is sitting next to you." Are you sure?"The lieutenant hesitated. "I'm not sure of anything. ............................................"Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said,and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.I head the clicking of her high heels receding down the corridor dividingthe workroom cells.I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had comethe full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prisonprostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MHCorrectional.