After his shower, Den rooted through the clean laundry bin and found a cargo-jumpsuit in his size. He walked down the darkly-lit corridor to the cafet...ria where he dropped some newquarters into the coin slot, swiped his Social Security card through the card reader to prove to the machine that the newquarters he used were acquired by him in a legitimate previous money exchange, and keyed in his order for a synth-muffin and a squeeze tube of synth-orange juice. He stashed his breakfast in one of. He used to be named Keven, but his black prison mastah changed his name to PRETTY PINKY! Now , he is a "she," and "she's" strutting around the cell block in nothing but a pair of pink bikini panties and high heels, making those big black men hard as a rock!CELL BLOCK SISSY!Big ass, fucking! Caucasian sissy, Pretty Pinky, was wiggling her hot blonde ass down the cell block. She was wearing a pair of denim cutoff short-shorts so brief that the cheeks of her ass were showing. You could plainly see. The dressing was just what I did, evenings were always rather easy but the weekends much more intense.A typical weekend would start Friday evening when I returned home from school, straight into the bath, made myself as clean as possible and then into the clothes I had laid out before I went to school that morning. Nothing too outlandish, just the usual smart/classical styles, the nicer, smarter clothes were saved for Saturday and Sunday.The main difference was that by the time that my sister. Enjoying the large gulp that was swallowed into her throat, I shuffled in my seat to lean in closely and whisper in her ear. "Be a good girl, do everything I say, and I won't touch your face." I let the cold steel of the extended knife blade brush against the distended nub of her nipple and I grinned as once more she gasped quietly."I'll be good,” she whispered in return.Chuckling I nodded and reached across her to pull her seat belt into place. “You will sit like that until we get to where to.