We, Alexandra and I, were framed a year or two ago and sent to the same prison as Clementine. The only reason they have that girl there is to torture ...er, and torture her they do. She gets to suffer more pain in a week than I hope to feel in the rest of my life. She did no wrong - or at least, very little wrong, but she is there for a twelve year stretch of hard labour. And I mean hard! Alexandra and I were worked until we dropped in our year there, but that Clementine - she got twice as much. ”“Sorry, bad choice of words… Haven’t I always provided for you and the kids? Just where do you propose finding this job? It's not like you have a bulging resume. Besides, none of the partners’ wives work.”“I won't know until I try,” I replied, resolutely.“Maybe we could just have another child?” He offered.“I don't think that would happen,” I muttered, lowly under my breath.“Why not? You’re only thirty-two.”"Not because of my age but because... that means that we would… you know… actually have. I wasn’t seeing anything, but I was hearing uncle Mike’s slapping balls, feeling his grip on my ass, and pain as he pulls my hair. “I , ah, want you ,ah, to come deep inside me, ah, daddy, ah, please fill my pussy, ah, with your sweet cum, ah, ah, ah” I said, with my sentence changing pitch to “ah” whenever his cock was slamming me as I was trying to to say “I want you to come deep inside me, daddy, please fill my pussy with your sweet cum”.“I will, Emma, I will”, and he started going faster,. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”“I was. I offered him a seat and drink while he measured out my portion,” explained Kenji, twirling a couple of his thin, well-maintained dreadlocks. “I poured him some whiskey and sat next to him. He asked why I wasn’t drinking. So, I went and fixed me some gin and juice. I came back and he told me I smelled good, you know. ‘Girly and shit,’ he said. I thanked him and once he was done, I asked if he would roll one for me.”“So you prolonging his visit. Slick.