Paul Warren had a worried look that wouldn't leave his face. I knew what he was worrying about. He was concerned about complacency setting in. It was,...after all, a long way to the finish line, and we could still find plenty of ways to screw it up.But it sure didn't seem likely. For one thing, the club had been almost injury-free for the whole season to date. This kind of good fortune was almost unheard of, and when it happened to a club, it contributed enormously to a successful season.We had. "She" will wear eyeshadow and lipstick, short-shorts so brief that the cheeks of "her" buttocks are displayed, halter tops, and "her' hair will be long and styled. A queen will submit to any male and serve him sexually. Since homosexuality is frowned upon in prison, men who need sex will resort to the services of whores - female replacements. That way the heterosexual dynamic is preserved.Little Caucasian faery boi, hawt for muscley black men! Sissy is looking for a big black Masta to bow down. ’ ‘Has he been tended?’ Concern filled Sir Glen’s voice. He cared for his own first and foremost, and now that Leif was under his care, he would get no less consideration. ‘Yes Sir Glen. It will take more than bandages to repair this one.’ ‘Do what you can.’ He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. ‘As you wish Sir Glen.’ Came the dutiful reply. It would be nearly a month before Leif was healed enough for his tattoo. And in the meantime, he had taken comfort in his. Her one hand dropped towards her mount and she winced in discomfort, as her hand seemed to touch her cunt lips covered with lush curly soft bush. She relived the most important day of her life, which was only yesterday. Her smile became more beatific as her mind replayed the whole event in most minute details.Sharileen and her family had an early dinner with their guests who then planned to go to city for night clubbing. Despite their entreaties Sharileen chose to spend the evening with her.