Congratulations Prison Queen!

Today you’re Queen of the Prison.

“More oral sex, please!” you’ll shout to the inmates, who basically told you you were the Queen of the Prison because they all wanted to see and taste your genitals and they knew you’d go for it.

They’ll be getting ,kind of tired of it at this point, but they won’t want to give up on the ruse quite yet. They’ll all have a lot of time left on their sentences, and offending you would mean that they’d be eliminating a potential source of sex in prison. Plus your vagina will taste pretty good, like a healthy person’s vagina, putting it head and shoulders over most of the vaginas that obese meth heads have made them eat.

They’ll consider informing you that Prison Queen is a made up title that they invented to see and taste your genitals, but they’ll think better of it. You’ll just seem so happy that making you queen for a day won’t seem like a bad thing in any way. Their tongues might get tired, but if they work as a team they’ll be able to get the job done for a long time.

So they’ll acquiesce, lapping obediently as you adjust your crown and coo pleasantly, thinking that maybe stabbing that mailman with an ice pick wasn’t such a bad decision after all.

Congratulations Prison Queen!