I've always been the kind of guy who found it hard to keep his hands to himself. Being such a sex-addict, I knew it was only a matter of time before I was arrested for sexual harassment. The officer who booked me was a busty brunette babe called Officer Taylor. She was fiesty and forceful. I kinda liked it, to be honest. I was handcuffed and led into an area with a jail cell. "Come on, let's go." Taylor commanded.  I was pretty surprised to see a couple of hot chicks behind bars with smug looks on their faces. "What'd he do?" One of them casually asked.  "He's a woman-molester." Officer Taylor announced as she shut the door we had just entered.  "He likes to touch women. Everywhere... grocery stores. Parks. Sleeping. Not here! This is where the revenge comes. He's all yours, ladies."  'What!?' I thought. What does she mean I'm all theirs? What are they going to do to me? Like the sex-driven guy I was, I began fantasizing a variety of perverse actions regarding this very situation. Little did I know, my sexual desires were about to be actualized.  "What should we do to him, huh?" One of the inmates asked.  "Let's molest him." The other girl decided. Music to my ears! I was forced to strip in front of everyone.  It was a little cold, so I asked if I could keep my socks on, but officer Taylor had me remove every piece of my clothing before shoving me into the jail cell. She then followed me in and locked the cell