I didn’t like the way her father allowed the troublemaking customers to fondle her adorable plump bottom like she was one of the saloon girls giving...out free samples to prospective clients. Of course, she just giggled and made a joke of it but I could tell she was mortified and ashamed that her beautiful figure caused unruly males to grab and take advantage of her because her father had no sense of right and wrong.The sheriff was already boozing it up inside his filthy jail littered with junk. “Holly! You’re back already,” he said as he opened the door. “Oh my God Holly. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Come in.” I barely got in the door before I collapsed crying into his arms.“I… I… I’ve only been here for a couple days and 4 of my roommates already hate me. I don’t know anyone else so this is the only place I could think of to go and I…” “Shh…” he said as he put a finger to my lips to silence me. “I’m glad you came to me. What did you guys fight about?”“Well… wait…. What do you think?" Not bad," he said in an Australian accent.Shelia smiled at me as I cowered against the mirror. "Simon is the only one who knows about you, Ankita. He brought you here and took the old Allan back and he patiently manipulated you while you were unconscious, exercised all your muscles. Of course, he enjoyed himself looking at your body but now he deserves more, he deserves a reward. Ankita," she said sharply, "on your knees and suck him!"No, I moaned silently, but I sank to my. They not only ****d me, but took pleasure in abusing me and humiliating me, and they said "it was indeed true. Asian boys are so naturally feminine and just as submissive as their female counterparts". I was the "asian bitch" and I was the only prisoner who was never allowed clothes in prison and the prison guards allowed me to keep long hair, because my master had allowed the guards to use me as well. The prison guards have had sex with me several times a week as payment for the special.