They lived a couple of miles apart and were both busy, Cassie mainly at lunchtime and Meribal the rest of the time. The messages had become more intim...te and eventually they had sent each other links to porn sites that catered for what became clear was a mutual interest. From that point, it was a case of who would do it to whom, and both had been relieved to find that their roles were clearly defined. Then it was all a matter of when and where. Meribal’s husband was used to her having meetings,. “And, if I need anything, you’ll make sure I get it?” “I will provide for you, if that’s what you mean.” “Yes, that’s what I mean. And you won’t push me away from you, will you?” “No, I won’t do that.” “Will you let me come live with you in your apartment?” “If that’s what you want.” “And you’ll do damned near anything I ask of you, won’t you?” “Within reason,” I chuckled. “Eric, my husband is dead. I’m released. I’m free and alive. I want to celebrate that freedom and being alive.” “You don’t. Your hands are tangled in my damp hair as I take all of you in my mouth, running my tongue around, using my teeth up and down, softly then hard. My nails run up your thighs and over your butt. When your cock is dripping with my saliva, I move my lips to your balls and rub the palm of my hand over the head, sending tingles from your scalp to your toes. I move my lips onto your now super sensitive head whilst both hands move roughly up and down the shaft. I spit over my fingers and trail them. Michael knew that Bob wanted his ass. He accepted that he'd get fucked. He just didn't know when or where it would happen.Michael had laundry duty and Bob and his crew entered the room. He told Michael he wanted his ass. Michael was okay with it. Bob's crew looked out for the guards. Michael took his jumpsuit off and assumed the position. Bob slid on a condom and squeezed some lube onto Michael's asshole. He slowly entered Michael's asshole. He was extremely tight, and it took many tries before.