No, I was a Hell’s Angel. I guess a Purgatory Angel don’t sound so hot do it? I was a bad person. We all were. I guess that’s the point really.I...was lucky, I did a good deed just before I died. I met the dude who shot me a while ago, he got gunned down in a revenge attack. I get 5000 years, he gets 7000 because he shot me when I was doing something nice. Go figure eh? He wasn’t happy, maybe that helps too. I just go with the flow man, go with the flow.Anyways... We did some pretty bad shit.. Its useles , you should only be playing with a fat cock like mine''i was sobbing my uncle locking it, the loud click putting my lil cock in the blue platic chastity feeling imprisoned and weak infront of my uncle taking the plug , turning me around ass up on the bed ''this is how you will be whenever we meet''''lock and plugged ready to serve my big cock''pulling my pijama back up and asking me if i want to watch netflixhe got us beer and chips , we sat and watch some tv showit was the second. We don't need to do R&D ourselves, as long as we have plenty of their recipes to work with." I see." the man in the shadows said, before coughing loudly. None of the three officers acknowledged the cough; they were not so green as to begin pointing out weaknesses in the man in the shadows himself, as eager as they were to poke holes in his plan. The man in shadows leaned over, opened a desk drawer, and pulled out a sheet of paper.He placed it on the desk facing the officers."Do you know what. I assumed he was ordering it. About thirty minutes later the doorbell rang.“Go get it, Mrs P,” handing me a five dollar bill,. “I paid on line. Here's his tip. Unless you're too chicken to answer and give him a thrill?”I was still super horny. The orgasms had only made me more horny. I smiled with an 'am not' look and got up to go answer the door. My bronze tanned breasts were out, bare, and my sore pussy was exposed. I opened the door and there was another well-built black kid. Holding a pizza.