The soft fabric I felt against my skin and lightly tentedpanties reminded me that I was wearing a nightie, and as I realized whatday it was, I felt my...heart begin to beat rapidly in fear, excitement,and anxiety, but I couldn't place whether it was fear about today andexcitement that my ordeal was over, or excitement about today and fearabout what came next.The last few weeks had been a rollercoaster of emotions I was barelyprepared to process now, let alone in those moments then. My. So, no more condoms, whoopee.Was I now addicted to sex? I've asked myself that question many times. I suppose the answer lies in the fact that if I'm without a lover for more than a week, I find a guy to hook-up with. I just don't want to be without a cock inside me for very long. And it all started at my Aunt Helen's house with Robbie Gibbs.So, whether I'm technically a sex addict or not, I told my aunt that I thought we should ask our three boys to keep bringing us new guys. Yeah, more cocks. Personally I thought I would get killed within a week's time.You see, I'm not really inmate material. I eventually did become one but not as you would think like into one big bulky muscled tattooed thug. Instead, when I first walked into prison I was a 19 year old, 5' 1", 130 lbs, fair skinned curly red haired Emo twink.Now, what is a nice cute androgynous lace and fishnet wearing bi-sexual white boy Emo twink like me doing 20 years in a hard core jail?Fact is, I am innocent.I was giving a. Amelia had handcuffed me! I began to struggle a little bit, but about all I could do was flail my legs around. That's when Marie sat on my legs facing me. Her gorgeous red lips were telling me something about being an asshole and needing some "sensitivity training." While she was sitting on my legs, Amelia bound them together with another belt and buckle. Here I was, minutes after walking into the beauty salon trussed up in the chair! I was speechless."Let's take him to the makeover room,".