Our sex life began expanding, and five times a week was not uncommon again, trying new positions, as we talked about our fantasies openly, which she h...d been very hesitant to do in many years. My fantasies always included other people, but she had always previously said she wanted nothing to do with that, suddenly that was a mutual fantasy, and the idea of us both doing it with someone else was part of our conversation, which always lead to steamy hot sex, she became an expert after a short. ..we were both breathless..."Susan....fuck me..........hard..."I smiled and reached for our double-toy...Betty's eyes opened wide..."Fuck yes! I want the big end!" Hmmmm...are you sure, baby? The big end is...well...pretty big." Damn right, I'm sure! I want it to fill my pussy! I want my slutty bad girl to fuck me hard as hell!" Ooooooooo...my lady needs it soooooooo bad..."Betty was hot as hell..."Yeah! And I hope you can handle me! Now fuck me!"I covered the big end of the toy with my cum,. You can barter for more than coffee. Portraits of loved ones, drawn with stubby pencils, eight-by-ten, and from snapshots sent in letters, can be had for a couple of candy bars. Snickers are popular. There are some amazing artists in prison. I’ve seen a rose made out of toilet paper. It was incredible. Beautiful. Who woulda thunk it? I hate that I have to visit him through a glass wall. He’s lost weight, and he’s lost one of two consumable vices. Coffee-vice is allowed, cigarette-vice is not.. He was on his couch, now shirtless."Crawl over to me" he instructed.I went to my hands and knees and crawled."Your my bitch. Understand?" he said."Yes." I replied.He slapped my face. "Don’t you know that you’re supposed to call your superiors SIR?!" he asked, no; he demanded."A AH, Aaah; yes SIR." Good bitch!"He stood up, "Strip off my clothes".I removed his shoes and socks. My hands went to his belt and I lowered his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear.Now standing naked before me, his hard.