I am wrapped by white walls and digital dreams, the tv, the plush couch in which I eternally lie, masturbating furiously in the spit of noon washing a...ainst the windows. Mom comes home. I pretend to play video games while searching for bizaar pornographic content on the incalculable internet, that stream of consciousness permeating the folds of the cerebral destiny, flick-flashing images of white women engorged with donkey dicks and black shafts, oozing out sweet race-baiting cum into the. . I'm a girl!"Mick nodded. "If I don't have Betty Bazookas on stage tonight, I'll have to refund a lot of money. If I have to give the men their money back, I'll have to fire some of my girls. You understand that, don't you?"Eddie nodded slowly. "Uh, huh." And if I have to fire some girls, I might have to fire Janet. You don't want Janet to lose her job, do you?" he asked.Eddie shook his head slowly. "No," he answered softly.Mick smiled. "I didn't think so. So you'll help me out and. He reappeared a moment later with a glass drink bottle and knelt between my legs again. I felt some slight alarm as he made his intentions clear by pushing it against my entrance. This dissolved as soon as I felt the bottle tip pop inside me. I watched it, and watched him watching it, while he rotated and pushed it into me. This drink company kindly puts a spirally swirl pattern on their bottles and it felt wonderful. He slid it in and out, rotating it and pushing deeper. I relaxed. That big, bad man over there-” - she gestured to me, the big bad man wearing a cock-cage and butt plug - “said he’ll punish me if I don’t make sure everyone is pleasured tonight. You wouldn’t want that, would you, Phil?”There was no way Phil could possibly be buying that bullshit. But it was enough to make him look horror-stricken.“No! No, Ma’am! Of course, not!” Phil exclaimed.Jess clapped her hands together. “Great!”Jess, I noted, got a lot of mileage out of that scam. Guess it was good she.