I could not help but notice that the black inmates always seemed to have larger bulges in there pants. There was one particular inmate that was extrem...ly intimidating, his name was Jamal Franklin. He stood 6'7" tall with a very muscular build weighing close to 300 lbs, and Black.There was a fight in the cafeteria at lunch time one day, Jamal got stabbed, and I got the task of escorting him to the infirmary. The weather was rainy and thunderstorms were close by. We had to swipe our I.D. cards. Claire gave a low coo and closer her eyes as I slid it just barely inside, feeling the intense heat and tightness of her little hole and then I slowly moved it up to brush her small nub, lightly circling it, which elicited a soft little whimper. At a sound behind me Claire snapped her legs shut and quickly shifted them under her just before Rachel came in, eying Claire. “What do you think you’re still doing here? Do you think he wants to talk to you? I’m the one he came here to see!” When. I felt fingers pressing and rubbing my hole coated with what felt like soap. I tried to clear my mind and relax my muscles, and that's when I felt Tommy's dick enter me, splitting me open inch by inch. I tried to scream but I couldn't, I attempted to use my hands to slow him down, but they were quickly restrained. He pumped deeper and harder, it felt like he was buried in my guts. At first I will admit it hurt like hell but once I stopped struggling it really started to feel good.I focused more. Shona felt that maybe she needed to grow up a little, maybe take her work a little more seriously, maybe find a steady boyfriend instead of one that she knew she could never marry. For some reason, whenever Shona gets pensive like this, her hands tend to caress herself, maybe to give her a feeling of comfort or security. This afternoon was no different. Shona looked at her reflection in the large mirror in her room. She looked into her own eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting her.