She didn't know what hit her. I pulled her off of the bed and onto the floor on her knees. I shoved my cock down her throat until she gagged, which al...ost never happens, I must have been so fucking hard. She looked up at me as if to say, "try again, motherfucker," so I turned around and stuck my ass on her face for her to lick me again. "Take that you filthy little slut," I said. By now her head was spinning, and her ass was ready for a pounding. I pulled her back up to standing, turned her. .. how did she describe it... 'cliché'? So I changed my prison to a jewelery box to better suit her. That was in 1925. Then in 1956, my master bid me to change the box to an American football. That was... much less than pleasant. In the summer of 1986, however... that was when I met my most recent master, who was a musician. I helped him gain fame and fortune, and when our time together ended, he presented me with the jukebox. I made it smaller so as to be portable, and I made it my new home.. .. it couldn't be ... it just couldn't be. And, shestill felt so strange, what was wrong with her, even Peter's face seemed to be comingin and out of focus.Peter Goodge was elated, he knew that his aunt was stoned out of her gourd, eventhough she didn't know it, he could tell. He could see that he was really arousing heralso, he could tell by the way her hands were fidgeting up and down her sweater.She seemed to have a far-away look on her face too, and her lips were movingalmost as if she were. Her bra. Her armswere wrapped around Stefan's back, fingers taut and pulling at Stefan'sskin. Anthony had his legs spread lewdly and wide, his knees uptowards his chest, his calves turned and his ankles locked aroundStefan's lower back. Stefan was balanced on his rugged knees andelbows, his arms under Anthony's upper body, his hands cradlingAnthony's head. His back was arched too, his torso massive and pumpedup, his muscles rippling up and down his body. His eyes were shut, hismouth open. .