I was his new boy, his chemist. My job was to make him drugs on a bucket scale. For the last 15 years I’ve worked only with cement so this was a rad...cal job change for me. I can’t say I chose it as much as Mike chose me. It came to a choice of to work for him or die. I decided to take the work. I’ve been working for big Mike for about 6 months now. I haven’t enjoyed it and I really hate him. Well, last week I had a serendipitous discovery. Big Mike has me constantly looking for better ways to. The agony was unbelievable. ?Keep your mouth open till I tell you otherwise.? ?Maybe I should stick something in your husband’s mouth so the neighbors won’t hear him scream like a woman,? Tony said. ?My thoughts exactly,? Gerry said. Tony pressed up against me and ran the tip of his penis lightly over my lips, coating them with a thin stream of his pre-semen fluid. I could tell that he was excited by what was happening. My humiliation was turning him on in a big way. He was not only enjoying. His final thought before sentence was executed was: "Oh shit, I dodged the barbeque for all those years & it's finally got me in the end!"But, when he awoke and found himself in the lower regions, it was not what he had been led to believe. No fiery furnaces, no red hot gridirons, no demons with pitchforks! Instead, there was this uniformly grey landscape, gray sky, grey people – nothing to relieve the monotony at all. Even the greeter was in a grey suit and resembled a failed Accenture. Jim smiled at us, and suggested that perhaps the three of us should go back to our room, actually a 'suite' with the bedroom separate from the common area. We were all drinking Scotch and water and had a bottle and ice in the room.~The ride to our room in the elevator was a nice one, both Jim and Greg taking the opportunity to kiss me, both lustfully which I returned with equal passion. Jim volunteered to fix us all drinks while I changed into something a 'little' more comfortable.Being on the.