Rumours have it he’s killed some men, some Underworld related figures from the 80’s. He was in his late 50’s, a big man, not overweight but fit,...would get up every morning to exercise, I guess that is where I picked up the habit. In here he was respected by not only the inmates but also the officers including the warden.When I first met Barry, he didn’t introduce himself to me. He said a handful of words which I will always cherish. “You do your time and get out of here lad. You have a lifetime. This was a favourite pastime.“I think,” Richard addressed the meeting, “that our host here would like us to donate some funds to repair St Saviour’s. Am I right?” he asked.Alice looked at Richard, pleased with his shrewd judgment and gauging the mood of the other guests, said “Lord Holmes is quite correct. This orphanage is in dire need of cash to repair its crumbling structure and to improve it in the way I’d like.”“And you think I have the cash to help you?” scoffed the recently struck off. Corky was still sleeping off his drink and a very late night when we came to the kitchen table. Alice definitely looked as if she would rather have been in bed also, but did not want our parents to hear of her neglect caused by the satisfied fatigue Corky had inflicted on her over the course of the night. The scrambled eggs were under cooked, the toast was burnt, and the sausages had dried out into a sort of sausage jerky. Even the tea was off. Alice had apparently forgotten she had been making. She ran her hands up his powerful arms. His shoulders were an absolute marvel, and ... her hands dropped to his waist ... so was his butt.Monty drew back and thrust again, a slow steady pressure that opened her up, sending her legs farther apart. She had to take him all.Things began to blur out. There was nothing but his cock filling her, his body just barely out of reach, and his legs and butt, powerful, muscular, driving into her. She began to moan as the feelings grew.Monty seemed to sense.