Write down the address

You release a long frustrated sigh. You were depending on that money to make the exit from this hellhole a little bit more comfortable. However, you didn't want to see your daughter put out on the street. You decided you could deal with Paul when you get out in...nine years. Thinking about it you feel defeated but your cock is still raging and **** for more contact with Ashley's foot. As you start scribbling the address on the notepad Ashley continues to massage your cock through your pants.

"I'm going to come see you every month Daddy," she says in a hushed and seductive tone.

"I want letters. I want to know about your life. What you're doing. What he's making you do."

"Yes, Daddy. I'll send you all of the dirty details."

You look at the piece of paper one more time before pushing it over. She slaps her hand down on it and takes her foot off your crotch. A big grin stretches across her face.

"Times up!" The guard says.

"Thanks, Daddy. Master Paul is going to give me such a big reward for this. Maybe he'll even run a train on me."

You hesitantly stand up, too. The prison uniform isn't great at hiding erections, so your pants are obscenely tented in front. Ashley hugs you goodbye and squishes her pelvis against the tent. "Mmmm....thank you for using the blackmailer as an excuse to show me I wanted to be a good slaveslut, Daddy."

You smell her hair, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You want to cry but you can't not before going back to your cell. "I love you, babygirl."

"Love you too, Daddy." She releases and turns. You watch as she walks away and out the door.

"I'm sorry." You whisper while following the line of inmates back into the prison. One large tattooed and hairy biker inmate who typically ignores you now has you completely in his focus. He watches you walk by and sees the tent in your pants you can't, for the life of you, make deflate. You're pretty sure he's the one they call The Queen. He licks his lips and makes kissy noises at you. "I'm gunna help you with that later, Daddy."

You quicken your pace and practically **** hearing him call you "daddy." The tears start to come when the cell slams shut behind you.