When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had lo...g, dark brown hair, electric blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and had slim body. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it wasn't him. The eyes of the person in the mirror looked so desolate and empty it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light and headed to work. At work that night, he. “Of course you did!”“Hey! Be nice!”“I guess you were too ashamed to go home to your wife,” the niece opined.“You know Sherry don’t like nobody drinkin’,” admitted the maintenance supervisor.“And why’d you come here?”“I heard something I thought you should know.”“What’s that?”“Dionte’ got killed.”“Stop lying!”“I’m not. Look,” he fumbled with his phone screen.Brittney peered at the social media post from Dionte’ Copeland’s mom. It, in fact, indicated that the inmate at the privately-operated. Slowly I went close to her and tried to hug her there is no response from her so I slowly tried to touch all over her body and I took my dick from my pant and shagged looking at her beauty and slept of like that.The next day morning nothing has happened. But as I entered in the bathroom for bathing I saw her used bra, panty and night.I slowly took out her panty and smelled her juices they are very intoxicating. I slowly kept her bra in my mouth and kept her panty on my dick and masturbated and. I think he does this to remind me that although I’m here for his entertainment, he still knows me inside out; body and soul. He knows my favorites, he knows my comforts. I know less about myself than he does. I eat the porridge hungrily, and drink as much of the water as I can, even though I sometimes worry because I don’t know how many calories flavored water has. But not eating it all, or drinking it all, would be an insult to his efforts. I’m so extremely privileged to be so cared for, and I.