"Philip Wells and Anne Conroy dined together at about two that afternoon and during the meal, he raised the question of marriage, suggesting that they...should do it pretty soon, he thought. "You mean us, you and me, Mr. Wells, married? Really?" Anne asked, cocking an eyebrow and trying to look serious, feeling her heart beat faster, hands clasped under her chin, cocking a well-practiced eyebrow."Of course. Yes. Who else? Of course. My God, Anne! I'll be admitted to the bar in a year or so, maybe. As you two are talking I jump in the shower. He is oiling up your back and slowly massaging the oil up your spine and out your arms, his experienced hands strong and you can feel yourself relaxing. I come out of the shower and sit down naked on the sofa next to the table so I can watch. He is standing by your head and working his hands over your shoulders. You look and notice he is not wearing underwear because you can see the prominent outline of the head of his cock under the thin fabric. It. I thought well at least I'm alone but then the shadows moved and from the other side of the cell he came and he was massive as black as pitch he was and impossibly tall his head practically touched the ceiling and I gasped in surprise...He came over to me and put his equally massive hands on my shoulders and pushed down I went to my knees without a struggle I did not want a beating first I knew what went on in prison so when he dropped his pants and I saw this incredibly huge cock staring me in. .... you sure this gonna be alright " " I 'm cool with it you are , Jan " " I have butterflies in my stomach all of a sudden " " You sure those aren't fluttering down a little lower ?" " Shut up " So it was all set , it would be just a two for the weekend and Jan was a nervous wreck all that saturday . I took her shopping for something sexy to wear , because the skirts and dresses she has are pretty sonservative in length. She/we settled on the "little.