She felt dominated, awed. Jack was not at all what she expected. At 6 feet 4 inches tall, he towered above her. She blushed as she looked up and her e...yes met his. The man's chest and abdomen rippled with muscles. His arms bulged beneath the short sleeves of his yellow T-shirt. His legs looked like tree trunks below his blue shorts."Thought I heard you two coming up the steps. You're lucky you got here before the rain. You must be Crystal. I'm Jack." Jack was gentle as he took the hand that. His black pants were not faded, and his white t-shirt bore no stains. Angel had no doubt his clothes were only ever dry-cleaned. Rich wore brand new Nike brand tennis shoes, and a gold chain around his neck. She watched as his manicured hands reached for another piece of pizza. Rich was a well-trimmed, clean-cut man, and could hold a steady, well paying job if he truly wanted to apply himself to such. But why bother? Why bother working a nine to five job every day when you have a whole herd of. Jake slowed to a teasing pace making Ashira squirm against him in desperation. Finally, neither one of them could take it any more and Jake slammed into her over and over before they came together, hard and fast. Ashira leaned her head back on the side of the tub as she fought to regain the ability to breathe normally. ‘You okay?’ Jake asked, when he had finally regained the ability to speak. Ashira nodded and made a small sound of protest as Jake pulled away from her gently. Jake let turned. The Queens, however, are an entirely different story. Queens are the most disgusting creatures in the prison hierarchy - particularly the female substitutes called "Queens," "Sissies," or, "Punks."Unlike a masculine male who is sexually assaulted, a potential "punk," or, "sissy," is usually marked right from the beginning, and culled out of the herd. They are usually guys who stand out by their timidity and fearful demeanor. They are viewed as being slave material. Since prison is a hyper male.