They looked like they were waiting to audition for parts on The Sopranos. The fat, ugly guy filling up Jimmy's favorite recliner would be the don, or ...apo, or whatever they call the boss now. And the two young guys on the sofa looked like they would be perfect for the role of bodyguards ... no, muscle, or whatever they call goons now. Nobody was smiling, and Jimmy didn't bother with introductions, so I was pretty sure that having the Three Stooges in his living room had a lot to do with his. "What do you mean?" Asks the one who's supposed to be in charge."We dipped his body in lava and it burnt him and he died,but he healed from that too and came back to life.No matter how hard we try,we aren't able to harm him,much less kill him.He is something really ancient,we aren't even able to determine his class due to the extent of power that lies dormant in him."says your warden."Just be careful,we don't want a crazy,superpowerful ancient running around freely.Suddenly, there's a huge. Well she won, and suggested we go back to my bed sit for a nightcap. Luckily I had some whisky in I poured us a glass each as soon as we entered the bedsit. Of course there is little furniture in a bedsit so we both sat on the end of the bed. She looked at me and told me that in fact her prize from me was that I had to give her an orgasm. I nearly choked on my whisky and thought she was joking. But she wasn’t. I had noticed that everyday when we worked together that she wore baggy tops it was. My mind drifts back to the train station where I started my journey. To the fantasy that flooded my mind at that time.The next thing I knew I was in the cubicle I chose once more.But there were important differences. For one the toilet was gone. It was just a small cubicle with a tiled floor now. Fluorescent lights lit the space moderately well.I was stood dressed in my uniform, my cock hard against it's latex prison. I wore a latex catsuit, gloves, toe socks and a mask showing only my eyes and.