.. in the mind of, um, Bugspray.”»“Bugspray?”«“Her, ah, captor. That’s what he calls himself. Cindi, prepare yourself, she’s a mess.”�...“Show me, My — Show me.”Trigger StartI planted the image in her head of Powerhouse as I had found her in the banger’s head, a gaunt naked heroin addict with stringy blond hair, steel collar around her neck, heavy chains binding her to the pipes in a building basement. There were two thick gold-plated rings, attached to each of her nipples, and another thick. I kept taking glances between their legs, wondering at the difference between their genitalia and mine. Between my legs, my cock stood up tall, and my balls rested on my buttocks, while between theirs there was just a pretty little crevice. A few times I thought I saw them, too, steal glances at my dick, but I thought I imagined it.Their closeness felt much more obvious now, that we weren't wearing clothes, and there was no blocking out the sexuality of the situation. I wondered if they felt. “Please....” I pleaded helping him to ease my boxers down and was rewarded when he squeezed my cock and began rolling my balls around in his other hand before easing its way between my thighs to rub my perineum “Come on....” he whispered guiding me by my cock to the bed, and as I lay on my stomach I shivered when his tongue began licking its way from my shoulder, down my back, until finally circling my cheeks. Looking over my shoulder when he’d stopped, I saw him take some lube and smear it. He knew she was nervous about where it was sending her Dream Gift, and he had not listened."Ned ... oh God ... I-I'm getting ... you need to ... ohh! ... oh my!... ohhhh!"Cassie cried out as she crested, her pussy throbbing so hard under Ned's relentless tongue that she could not speak. Her hands curled into fists as her climax swept over her. It seemed more intense each time, as if it had become amplified along with her Gift.She had never referred to it as a Gift, not until Debby Radson had..