Which ones are they?’ ‘Alyson is the red head.’ ‘Oh yeah, the chic with the ghetto booty and the nice rack.’ ‘That’s her.’ ‘Who’s ...he other one?’ ‘Come on. You know who Dana Lee is. She’s a flag twirler in the Colorguard with Alyson, and she plays volleyball.’ Amy used her shoulder to secure the phone to her ear while Dana Lee held the bong up to her mouth so Amy could form her lips around it and suck her lungs full of smoke. ‘Tall, blonde chick? Real skinny? Looks like she’s anorexic?’ Amy. She’d spent what seemed like forever wandering into the mist, trying to find a way out of this... wherever she was. No matter what direction she had gone she had always come right back to this place. The space was about 250 feet square, a large bed dominated the center of the area. Soft red carpet covered the entire floor, a table covered in fine food, drinks and a large book, was off to the side. On the other end of the room was a small walled off enclosure containing a toilet and a. Dreamily she moaned, "morning my wonderful benevolent master!" Morning my ever ready little slut!" I replied. For the next forty minutes we both enjoyed a leisurely fuck and I teased and caressed her nipples as she began climaxing, during which she repeatedly called my name.Finally as my twitching cock announced its pending cum climax, I whispered into her ear, "Here comes my baby making seed, slut, take it deep inside your fertile little cunt and watch my baby begin to grow inside of you!" I. I finished my beer and stood to leave. "Thanks," I said."For a blow job I'll give you a meth lab. You don't have to worry, I sure as hell would never tell anyone I was a snitch. I wouldn't have to worry about you giving me up as your snitch either. That's why it's the coin of the realm. Mutual destruction. Think about it."I went back to my room and then to the computer. I looked up lots of things on it just to avoid thinking about The Monk. I was pretty sure he didn't get that nickname because.