You're young and weedy witha girlish frame - the "daddies" in prison will love to rape somebodylike you. If you don't submit they'll just beat you int... submission.Maybe they'll sell you to the other prisoners. By the time you getparole, it'll be a medical release as you will be dying slowly andpainfully of AIDS. Or maybe you'll go down for Murder One and get thelethal injection in your arm."I was shaking with fear by now as I imagined the horrors of prison andDeath Row. "I didn't do it - how. I slid my hand inside her thong and started to finger her. She was all wet, and it was such a beautiful experience. Her pussy was dripping juices on my finger.Then I carried her to my bedroom and placed her on the bed, and started licking all over again. I placed the tip of my tongue on her pussy. I could say her body shivered in lust. I inserted one finger and started licking her clit. She was moaning and trembling uncontrollably.After like 2-3 minutes, she asked me to fuck her. I whispered in. There were buildings beyond the tent, of a ramshackle and primitive nature. The whole set-up was reminiscent of one of those forts built in the American West.Francine wondered what lay beyond the walls. Most likely desert, she imagined. It was hot and dry enough, at least on the evidence of the last couple of thirsty and painful hours."What's your name?" she asked the girl to her left. Francine was on the end of the row and this was the easiest to speak to."Sorry! Me no speak the English good.. And I see you brought home a new plaything for us.” For us? Excuse me? I didn’t sign on for anything like that. Sure, I had been curious in the past about being with another woman, but right now I needed a cock-bad. And I really think that my curiosity had been just a phase, because I hadn’t thought about it in years. I turn back toward the car, resigning myself to my favorite vibrator, but feel an iron grip clamped around my arm. “And just where do you think you are going?” I would swear.