My dad was abusive and I enjoyed being bad. I think it was my way to rebel against my dad. I reveled in the excitement of a given situation. I am begi...ning this story where the last one left off. Karen and I were on the way home and we were talking about Mr. DAngelo. Karen couldnt get over the size of his cock. She was still a little buzzed and she was telling me everything. She told me she had the best orgasm when he was fucking her. She even told me she gave him a BJ until he came in her. I make my bed and sit down for a minute, I start to think about my new life and how I'm going to live, in here. I roll up my pant legs so they are more like capris so people can see my legs. When the other inmates return to the cell block I am allowed to roam free, I go sit at on of the tables in the common area, I see an old black guy walk up and sit by me, he calls me pretty and I blush. He says "I can make sure no one fucks with you and make you some money" I say I'm in, he tells me to get. Then, I grab her favorite vibrator and turn it on low and place it on her swollen clit. Watching her squirm and try to wiggle free is thrilling! I remind her that she won't get away, but that doesn't stop her from squirming. I turn the vibrator to high and out the screams come. She starts really wailing. It turns me on to hear her scream in ecstacy. As her twitching and squirming slows, then I remove the vibrator and lick her juices from the steel. I slowly and gently equip her with a ball gag.. Karen hadn't been here at all. Perhaps, they suggested, she was already back in Delaware. To be honest, I was a little shook up that my sweetie had apparently lied to me about where she was heading, to the extent that I forgot to take Carrie out of the pocket of my parka and leave her in the closet as I'd intended.I returned home the next morning no wiser than I was when I'd left Hardwood. And much, much angrier. Karen obviously hadn't been here. And as soon as I got inside the door, I was met.