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ceiling, counting little black dots that incurred after moisture had been drained out.
    Insomnia threatened to accompany me again. Thoughts about my innocence, followed by the anger and indignation, made my eyes wide open. If I’d close them, pictures of the destroyed future would appear together with the anger in my chest that would overwhelm me. Because of one mistake I’m here, but at least I’m going out tomorrow thanks to my daddy. It was easier to have eyes opened then to face ripping emotions.
    But I was only trying to be a good friend, I murmured to myself reflecting a day I was arrested, banging the bed with the clenched fist.  Drumming of a nightstick against the iron bars interrupted my contemplation. I sighed.
    “Are you ready?” Jake, a sexy white security guard asked. He was very well built and he had that confidence in knowing that he has power to do whatever he wanted.
    “No, I’m not ready nor will I ever be,” I answered in wrath. I was irritated and annoyed by his indulgence in power over my.
    “Oh, you quit smoking?” he grinned.
    “No.”
    “C’mon, I know you want it,” he repeated. The next thing I heard was the lighter firing up a cigarette. He blew the smoke in my humble cell.
    “You haven’t been smoking for two days, I know you’re dying for a smoke,” he laughed.
    “Why are you torturing me? Why can’t I pay you for smokes like others do?”
    “Because others aren’t as beautiful as you are, others don’t have such a big boobs and tight waist, and others don’t have those puffy lips that provide best blowjobs in the world. Also, I love little young black girls, just turns me on in a very special way.”
    I wasn’t flattered at all. It meant nothing for me to be Miss Prison when I wanted to be at least Miss California. But I needed cigarettes, not only because that was one of the rare things that I could enjoy, but also because cigarettes were currency of trade in the prison.
    “I’ll give you a pack if you let me to cum in your mouth,” he said, smiling.
    “Yeah, whole pack of ‘em?”  I raised my head, widening my eyes with a slight misbelieve. I heard the zipper triggering down. I looked once more and saw handsome officer pulling his huge cock out and slowly jerking it off as it was getting bigger and harder.
    “I’m waiting,” he said, filling my room with a dense cigarette smoke. I sighed again and rose from my bad. Actually, I found him quite attractive. He was in good shape for an older guy and he had that square-military type of face. However, I hated when someone enjoyed power over my. His attitude drove me in madness because when I had thought that my life couldn’t be worse, he came to humiliate my by asking for blowjobs in exchange for cigarettes.
    I slowly walked towards him and grin on his face was getting wider with every step that I made. Half way to him, I hesitated, rethinking was it worth to humiliate herself and feel like a slut once again just to get that box of cigarettes. Then the scenes of previous attacks crossed my mind and I doubted no more.
    When I came closer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the bars. I almost hit the iron bar with my head, but I managed to control my head. He pressed my shoulder downward, forcing me to fall on my knees.
    “Here’s a lipstick, you know what you have to do first,” he passed my bright red lipstick. That was ritual and how he wanted his blowjob to be served. He was aroused when I would leave traces of the lipstick on his cock. I took it and applied it plumping my lips. Lipstick accentuated the sensuality of my soft lips. Then he grabbed the handful of my hair and pulled my head towards his cock.
    “Kiss my cock you little slut,” he said. I knew how he liked it and what I had to do. Everything started with praising the top of his cock with my tongue and lips.
    I leaned forwards and softly brushed to top of his erected cock. It was big and already hard like a rock. Then I kissed his cock,