Chapter 21

I actually began to look forward to my night shift at the laundry because of the perks of getting a piece of Judith’s pleasantly plump rump served up for my enjoyment and daily draining in the supply room.

She even threw in an occasional blow job for variety but kept her snatch off limits because to her it was real sex and the stuff that we were doing was acceptable to lessen the boredom of washing bales of dirty clothes each night.

She was still giving out favors to some of the long time workers in the laundry just to keep them in line and remain silent on her unusual management style.

Accidently, Tony’s spouse came into visit one weekend and spied me sitting on the same bench with her Mafioso husband. It was her that had put up the bail for him with her cousin bondsman and I had to sign the papers at the release center to confirm I was informed of his release. She was one of those females that never forget a face and never give up a grudge against someone that did harm to anyone in her family.

The first I discovered he was fully informed on our former relationship was when he pulled me off my comfortable bed sound asleep and proceeded to pound out his displeasure at being the cell mate of a cop. Up to that point, I had managed to escape the attention of the other career criminals in the jail because I kept a low profile and never said or did anything that sounded like I had been a former member of their arch enemy, law enforcement.

I limped into the laundry that evening and was just barely able to load the dryer with the recently washed clothing. She saw my condition right away and told me to follow her to the supply room. Poor Judith was in tears looking at my battered dick tromped on by Tony in a fit of anger over my regrettable presence in his jail cell.

She told me I should request a transfer but I was afraid it would call attention to me and one of the guards would be sure to pass it onto some incarcerated person with the tag of ex-cop written all over my back like a bull’s eye drawing fire from all directions.

Bottom line was I calmed her down and substituted a pussy-eating session to make up for my inability to perform up to her standards hoping to eliminate her disappoint her expectations of a satisfactory orgasm.

I found that this had unforeseen consequences of causing her to use the “L” word to me after that and I was in a quandary about how to dampen down the fires of love before I got immersed too far for my own good.

I avoided Tony as best I could and when I finally got work to my Uncle, he promised to talk to the Don that controlled Tony to get him back in line.

It must have worked real well because all of a sudden we were pals again and bygones were bygones and Tony moved on past the fact that I was not only an ex-cop but I was his arresting officer in the bullshit cigarette case that annoyed him most of all.

Eventually, my initial trial date was set for a full hearing on all of the charges.

My lawyer came in to brief me a couple of times and she was so accepting of the charges that I determined the first thing I needed to do was arrange with Uncle Joe to get someone that that knew what they were doing. According to the other long term criminals in the jail, they had fucked me royally with the immediate incarceration and should have given me a chance to at least fight some of the unspecified charges against me.

My lawyer, the novice assigned defense given me by the State was apologetic about the screw-up and she inquired if I had been given a chance for a conjugal visit from my wife or someone close to fill in. She told me that if I couldn’t find anyone, she would be happy to fill my girl’s shoes and hope that would pay me back for the indignity I had already suffered.

I accepted her offer on the spot because I had my eye on her hour-glass buttocks the entire visit. I think she had noticed this weakness and decided to give me a shot to make up for poor representation. I fully intended to pound the shit out of her pretty ass and not give her time to change her mind once we got started down the hard rocky road to perdition.

She came back a second time and we went over all of the published charges and I played footsie under the table with her and she was horny enough to take off her shoe and play patty cake with my dick and balls under the table. It wasn’t as good as the play I was getting down in the laundry at night but at least it was with a nice-looking chick almost young enough to be my daughter.

The day came for the conjugal visit and she showed up wearing Victoria’s Secret undies under her long skirt and she immediately went down on all fours inviting me to mount her from the rear. It must have been her favorite position because she was already panting and squirting before I could even get inserted up inside her. After that she calmed down a little bit and I rode her hard like I wanted to do to punish her for her lack of experience in keeping me out of prison.

Slowly, she slid into a second and much more powerful orgasm and I joined in by flooding her snatch with my boy juice watching it leak back out in a nice cream pie shielded by her little nest of pubic hair matted with our juices.

I watched her tightly clenched rear door blink open and closed in a Morse code of lust rather than love and I ventured an exploratory side trip up her hot little hole with first one and then two fingers just to test her ability to stretch in accepting my thick dick into her Hershey Highway.