She shook for a few seconds as I unlocked the door with my big metal key. "Prisoner! Back! Back I say." I said. She giggled. I closed the door behind ...e. I then put the big key in my pants pocket. She smiled.With her husband directly behind my back, in the other cell. I motion for her to get on her knees. Mona got down on her knees in front of me. I reached into my pocket. I pulled out her missing earring. She smiled. I handed it to her. She put it on. "Time to earn your money prostitute or are. I'm going to get a good sleep tonight, so don't get any ideas. So fill up my glass before you get yours, young man," and she held her glass out to me. "Yes, ma'am," I saluted, and poured two large glasses of wine. Standing behind her, I held her glass ahead of her. When she reached for it, I leaned forward, pulling it away. "Oh, you tease," she grumbled, not yet realizing that my crotch had pressed against her ass, nestling my cock lightly in the valley between her cheeks. She made a grab for. As her lips gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her trembling from the dual penetration. Tom drove forward, plunging into my wife’s pussy. The motion caused Dee’s mouth to engulf my cock. I felt her tongue swirling around my shaft, felt her mouth trying to suck me dry. Never in our years of married life had she ever given me such an enthusiastic blowjob. When I plunged forward, Dee’s wet cunt would shove against Tom’s prick. Between us, Tom and I, we were pummeling my wife back. ” “Going to give me the gory details or let my mind wonder with the infinite possibilities?” The teasing note of my friend’s voice was underlined by a fine edge. Shelly was the only person, friend or relative, whom I trusted with the knowledge of me being a whore. She understood why I did it, even envied me the total freedom it gave me. Although I knew she would never admit to being envious I could tell by the way she asked certain questions or listened intently to my stories. Shelly was.