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Then he walks back to his desk & sits down to read a newspaper. The pimp walks his sissy to the cleaning closet and turns on the light. The sissy is carrying a tub of Vaseline. He sets the Vaseline on a shelf and moves a couple of mop buckets toward the rear of the closet. Then he unwraps the towel and folds it in half and lays it on the concrete floor. A closer look reveals that he is wearing red lipstick. The black pimp comes up close to the naked sissy, cupping his small heart shaped chin in his large hand and says a few words before stepping out and closing the door. It is just after 6 p.m. Between now and 10 p.m. the sissy will sexually service a steady stream of men, who will arrange payment with the blowjob sissy’s black pimp before going in to the closet. Cigarettes, tits candy bars, soap, toothpaste – almost any means of payment – will get a man laid, sucked off, his ass blonde Big Boobs eaten out, even a chance to urinate in the sissy’s mouth – depending on how much payment is given. After each customer leaves the closet, the pimp goes in and tells the sissy what the next trick has paid for. And the sissy will comply. Just like any whore out on the streets, a prison sissy is a slave and must obey his pimp completely. This particular sissy is named “Pretty Pinky”. That’s not his real name. His real name is Keven. But once a punk has been turned out as a sissy, his owner will give him a "street" name – a female name. And from that point on that sissy will, for all intents and purposes, be a woman. Pinky is 19, but appears to be much younger. “She” has been in prison for almost a year now. “She” has belonged to JJ for most of that time. Pinky’s smooth white skin is covered in prison tats – crude, homemade tattoos. Pinky is what is known in the joint as a “Patch Carrier”, meaning “she” sports “her” man’s name & affiliation prominently emblazoned across “her” buttocks so that there is no doubt as to whom “she” belongs to. Pinky is a particular prize in the adorable prison subculture because “she” can literally pass as a woman – “she” looks that feminine. Until his incarceration, Keven had never engaged in homosexual acts, but had been secretly crossdressing since puberty. He was a small, slightly built guy, that no one looked twice at. All that changed the day he got off the bus and went into the tank with the rest of the fish. His freedom was stripped from him – not just by the justice system – but by the man who claimed him as his property, and "he" became a "she!" Keven - Miss Pinky - is as much a slave as any Negro on a plantation ever was, except in this case the slave is white and the master black. “She” was given a new name & forced to assume a female personality, & if all that weren’t enough, “she” was turned out as a prostitute – forced to suck cock and get fucked by countless men, for the benefit of the man who owned “her.” Now Pinky is standing naked in a broom closet, facing the metal shelving, a powerfully built Mexican man covered in gang tattoos is on “her” back, his muscular arms around “her”, his erect cock buried in the "her" tight anus, & and he’s pounding the hell out of that faggot’s ass. I mean, the whole fucking shelving is bumping up against the cinder block wall, & it’s making one hell of a racket. “Okay with you?” I asked. With that comment, Isabelle felt happy she could please him. My cheeks burned as I swayed, dizzy, disoriented. One hunk tits of a young man was only wearing a pair of cut-off denims with lots of cuts in them. Erica started to cry. Adam nods to himself as he sets the paper down then looks at her “so tell me, why do you want to blonde be a sex slave? Suck daddy’s dick blowjob Big Boobs clean.” Failing each time. “I thought perhaps a golden retriever,“ said Hailey, “I have heard good things about them,” and she had to bite back the words, “and have big cocks.” Casually as she could manage she went on, “oh and I think a rescue dog would be best, don’t want to adorable go through the whole puppy thing.” When I was able, I started to get up, helped by Ryan. “What is it?” It rippled through me. Her hips moved, undulating, stirring around my shaft. I climbed up and knelt down between her legs. "After all, you were such the motormouth last time." But she was horny because of me.