Neither one of them noticed me as Jman was busy getting the life fucked out of him, and the street thug reeled in his sweet juices like a k** in a can...y store. Then I heard Jman's voice, screaming filth in a passion I'd heard before."FUCK ME! FUCK MY NASTY ASS D-MONEY! MAKE ME CUM LIKE MY MAN!! That's when I lost it. I charged into the room like a rhino, dropping my orange juice and Nightquil all over the plush white carpet. D-Money (or whatever his name) turned to me in complete surprise. I. ..I crave the pain for the sheer pleasure of it and the pleasure stimulation causes uncomfortable sensitivity......my mind disoriented to time, space and the confused reactions of my body. I descend deeper into subspace and begin to float among the white noise convinced Sir tied me to the bed solely to keep me from flying out the window. Where I am? Who am I? Oh, yeah...I am in my Master lair and I am His toy....I could live in the moment forever.My body and mind meld no longer caring if pain. Russ was staggering around and theparty was thinning out. Next thing I knew, he was passed out on acouch. I tried to wake him, "Russ, Russ... we have to go!" He didn'tmove.I felt a guy move behind me, "He's passed out honey, do you need a ridehome?"I looked up at him. He was a tall handsome guy that I had talked toearlier. His name was Mike. He was giving me a devilish grin as hesmiled. Seeing that I didn't have many options I nodded and thankedhim.We walked out to his car and he let me in and. He appeared to be healthy and strong, and I must say he was very good looking. He also had a pleasant manner which also made a change, because the first two were inclined to be surly, especially when I tried to explain to them what I wanted them to do. His name was James (‘Just call me Jim’), and I said, ‘Sally, just call me Sally.’ It took very little explanation to get him to understand what I wanted. He even added some good suggestions of his own. After a while I learned that his parents ran.