I had no one to go to. The other inmates knew I had been fucked and would treat me like trash, worse than trash from the whites, for being fucked by a... black was the equivalent of slime to them. I thought seriously about killing myself, but I was a coward and couldn't. After the evening meal, Mike found me with 4 of his friends. He asked me what my answer is. I asked him what I would have to do? He answered "anything I want you to do". I could feel myself starting to cry, tears were coming down. "I do what I want, when I want, and right now I want to bring you back with me! Now stay still."I started to cry and my whole body began to shake. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see what he was going to do.I felt a needle being stuck into my arm and my eyes shot open. I hated needles. I had a phobia of needles. I truly wished that needles had never been invented.As he pulled the needle out of my arm my body began to feel weak. He leaned over and kissed my forehead and then whispered,. The black man seemed to enjoy the sensation of Camilla's soft lips and tongue cleaning his shaft and he sighed with satisfaction, as he stared at me, still fully dressed and sitting there close to them; a little bit fuzzy and holding another margarita in my hand.."I have had enough from you, little white slut… get out of here…”He suddenly ordered Camilla, kicking her and making her stand at her feet. The man grabbed her arm and opened the door. There was standing another huge black man, just. “Turn it on”“No”“Please Jay, I feel so horny please make me cum”All those years of fantasising, jerking off to photos, videos of girls in lingerie. All the times I hoped to find some of mom’s or Zoe’s panties to jerk off into but chicken out at the last minute. My girlfriend is sort of bland, refuses to dress up for me, we do screw as often as we can, but cotton bras and panties are as sexy as she gets. And here I am, sitting on a bed, beside a girl, wearing the sexiest lingerie I could.