Dawn went back to her poem. I just watched her. Maybe I shouldn’t have, maybe I should have at least pretended to be working or organizing my papers...or something, but I just leaned against my desk and watched. She was passionate when she wrote, she had the sort of energy I only dreamed of recapturing. On more than one occasion I’d seen her rip the page with her pen as she dashed off lines as beautiful and perfect as she herself was. She hesitated, pursing her big lips as she tried to find an. I tried to close my ears to it, but the knowledge and the memory fought its way back into my consciousness. I pounded my fists into the hard cot below me in frustration and anger as the screams rebounded down the long hallway, but there was no way to silence them. And they were all my fault.It had all started a few months earlier. Federal marshals escorted me to Graingerford Federal Penitentiary, where I had been sentenced to seven to ten years. I had been found guilty of embezzlement from my. They really are beguiling. I gently touched Mel with my fingertips. She was wet, that made it even more exciting. Leaning forward I kissed her and then I licked my lips and tasted her. Wanting more, I extended my tongue and tasted her again. Above me, Mel cooed with delight. That made me smile. While I realized that giving her pleasure wasn't my task, knowing that she was enjoying this made it even more enjoyable for me. I spent the next ten minutes kissing, tasting and playing with Mel's sex.. She loved it, and I kept doing it until her third orgasm, as promised, came to fruition. "Oh my God I'm cumming. YES right there!" I pushed her back downward with my forearm and gripped my other hand on her shoulder, pressing myself deeper and deeper inside. She came for a third time. I told her to get on-top. She started riding me with her hands gripping firm on my pecs. She really loved my chest by the pain I felt on the ride home that day. She worked her pussy nicely on my dick, twerking her.