Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at...some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding. I reached out with both hands and wrapped my fingers around them. Surprisingly my fingers almost reached all the way around. They were a good eight to ten inches long from her nipple to her sternum. They were simply amazing. I started stroking them sort of like how I jerk myself off or how a farmer might milk his cow.I just had to ask, “How did they get like this?”Pamela said, “My soon to be ex-husband is responsible. He was into bondage and light torture mostly involving my tits and. " You wish I was exposed," Liv grumbled. She checked that her Steyr was in place, shifted into park, and checked Finn's camera, one last time. There was no sign of the marauding snowmobiles. She grabbed a broom from the weapons locker, stuck her tongue out at Finn, and opened the door. The snow came up to her chest, making it difficult to move.After much effort, she reached the front bumper, grabbed on to the freezing winch, and pulled herself up onto the bumper. With her left hand, she flipped. I lap her asshole up good, making it nice and slobbery. Then I push my tongue deep against her asshole and forced myself in. Neelu groaned deeply as her asshole tightened on my tongue.I pull my mouth away from her ass and placed one finger inside, feeling around. “Yes baby,” she said, “Put another one in.” Instantly I pushed my other finger too deep inside her ass making her moan a bit louder this time. I was finger fucking her ass.She was moaning louder and louder every time my fingers went.