Before there was pot or meth, they got drunk and took their clothes off. Only the big names in politics and finance get invited. Ordinary people don't...know. Hell, it's a big deal to get invited." Oh is that right well I'm new here," I said."Yeah I know that," the realty developer said."Take him back to his cell," Simpson said to me. I walked him across the street to the small jail we used as a holding facility. It held the prisoner awaiting that day court hearings, or Drunks overnight until. Sarah immediately pulled him to her room. About twenty seconds later she came out with a blanket for me."You really are my best friend," she whispered to me, before she left back to her room.She closed the door as she went back to her room. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but then I started hearing light moans. It was nothing crazy at first, but hearing just the lightest moans from my best friend had me leaking precum. I pulled my dick out and started stroking myself. I couldn't believe it.. “Enough words!” she said, rising from my tented lap, “Show me, my Prince, how you would go about waking me up after a long slumber!” Picking her up, I carried her to the Master bedroom. Gently pulling her sweater over her head and laying her down, her ash blonde hair splaying out behind her onto the pillow. Continuing, I unsnapped the front closure, peeling the cups from her creamy breasts. Small but full orbs, topped by puffy silver dollar sized areolas and the most inviting nipples. I leaned. I can’t get it out of my head.” I try to appease her by saying “I’m sorry, it was stupid…” But she cuts me off, “Well, it was stupid and I’m pissed. I told Sylvia about the situation and she gave me some really good advice.” The room is still dark as I try to look Kendra in the eyes and ask, “What? You told Sylvia? Why?” Kendra’s tone changes and barks, “Don’t worry why, it’s my prerogative. It was your prerogative to jack off instead of taking care of your wife. Sylvia gave me an idea and I’m.