My little cuckold sissy slut is in prison. I kid you not! I have been talking to him for over a year, not to worry, I had him checked out before I consented to be his mistress. Racketeering, in case you are interested. Anthony, my black hunk a burning love, hung like a horse, dumb as a doorknob, fuck-toy is a cop and he knew how to get the information that I needed. Candace didn’t trust the letter I received from the bad boy, said that inmates pay other men to write letters for them. I laughed. No way, was this a letter for hire.

He promised not to get in touch with me again if I did not respond. Wait!!! Those of you who go to the cinema and notice that in the first scene John Travolta had ketchup on his collar and the next scene it was clean …….will ask……….. How did he get your address? Certainly you were not trolling the many sites on the web. You know, the ones for lonely ladies looking for bad boys in need of reform!

This particular bad boy had a friend call for him and find out my pre-pay address.

I tucked the letter in a drawer, after the three months, I wrote him back and told him I was a bit nervous, I had never talked to any one in prison. It was none of my business, though I had already made it my business, what was he in for? What he told me matched what my fuck-toy cop told me so I let him send me the first check, and a nice fat one it was. Obviously his racketeering had been profitable and someone was taking care of his needs from the outside by funding his account.

Now I would be taking care of his needs while he was inside. And he needs to be somebody’s bitch. Stay tuned