Chapter 91

I Can Be Your Mistress

The American blonde, the very prison president, sipped his coffee and shot a gentle glare at Mr. Fanny who was brought in by a prison warden. The prison warden stood aside.

To the prison warden, he said, “You can leave us for now. I want some private moments with him.”

The door slammed – the prison warden had left.

His head stooped to Mr. Fanny. “I have thought about ways to help a fellow man and I came up with a nice offer. He paused to sip at his coffee. “Your wife denied you her obligations as a wife, Ok. And even when you cried for it, she refused to give you her body. I am not only going to give you a whore that will satisfy your stubborn libido but also I will make you earn a whopping sum of dollars even while in jail.”

Mr. Fanny shot a frown at him, blinked thoughtfully and grinned before he said, “How do you mean?” he asked, cupping his jaw to pay rapt attention to what the American blonde had to say.

The American bl