But Jay made Didi wait outside while he went in to see his father in his room. He was adamant that he did not want his wife to meet him. The accident ...ad been his father’s fault… he’d deliberately run their car off the road and smashed it into a tree. He’d claimed that he was trying to avoid hitting someone, but witnesses who’d stopped to help had told the police there was no one in the road! Didi put her hand on his cheek as she cautioned him, ‘Jay… don’t do anything you’ll regret. He’s a sick. I know I'm your slut and your woman but please be patient with me and give me time to learn." Take all the time you need my beautiful little fuck toy" I told her."So I'm your little fuck toy, am I? I like the sound of that," She giggled.I was still naked from earlier so she reached out and began stroking my cock very slowly wrapping the fingers of both her delicate hands around the massive turgid shaft. She leaned over and gently licked the precum which was seeping from my urethra and massaged. Mix ’em together in hot water. Then, add a couple atomic fireballs, and roll them around like the marble in a spray-paint can. I’ve also learned, at the window in the room halfway down that horror-movie hallway, that in order to get enough of what you want or need, you have to barter. Prison commissary only allows so much per section. Ten-ish snacks. 20-ish drink mixes per week. Get ten coffee, then you don’t have enough hot cocoa to make it decent. You can barter for more than coffee.. Malik thanked him.“So what are you drinking,” Nick asked.“Gin and juice,” Malik revealed.“Wow,” laughed Nick. “Not what I’d imagine a renowned physics professor to be drinking.“Don’t let the education fool you, son. I was pretty hood before I got my act together.”“I’m not judging. I really only laughed cause I bought a pretty big bottle of gin when I arrived. I could probably make a better drink for you than the bartender.”“Oh really,” Malik licked his full lips.“Yes sir,” smiled Nick.The lady.