"After going through Customs and everything here, we had it come to us in the ladies room here. It's in our carry-ons now," Katie finished. I just sto...d there with my mouth hanging open."What good is Magic if you don't use it once-in-a-while?" Margie asked."How much did you bring?" I asked, as I recovered."Five pounds each," Katie told me. "Most of it in coins - British gold two pound and five pound coins from the reign of Queen Victoria, but also some gold biscuit bars," Katie told me."Ten. Johnson." Sure, he's expecting her. Do you have the tape?" asked the receptionist."Right here." Alright, I just buzzed Marie, she'll take her back"A striking woman walked up a moment later. She was very short, maybe five feet tall, very trim, with black hair and bright green eyes that were almost hypnotic to see. "Hello Mrs. Foster. I'm Marie, Mr. Johnson's assistant. Just come with me. Mr. Johnson is looking forward to seeing you.She led Jill down the hall to a pair of oversized double doors.. 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 dominated society. A man who will not stand up for. My moans were getting louder as I heard him grunt with each thrust he made. I wanted to see his face, his eyes, but the blindfold made that impossible. I felt the walls of my pussy spasm again and knew I had to have my release. But, one more time he slowed down and yanked my nipple chain to bring me back to reality again and the overpowering feeling of frustration and lustful need. I reached abandon and pure animal desire. Throwing my head from side to side, I screamed in anger and rage. "Now,.