I figure having sex with a controlled girl would be a lot like masturbation.Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after the f...rst hundred years, would you really care what the streets are paved with? Hell, after the first hundred minutes.Reincarnation could be cool unless I came back as a cockroach or a maggot or something.I read somewhere that the stars are all people who died, but I'm not sure a couple million years of turning hydrogen into helium, or is it helium. The fireplace,the torches, the chains, yeah, the atmosphere was very stimulating.I've never actually been in such an elaborately done room. A room that hadonly one purpose. This room was dedicated to Domination, submission, painand of course, pleasure.My high heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as I was led to the farwall where a selection of whips were hanging. They stopped me in front of thewhips and Junior said, "Would you prefer pain or pleasure today?"I felt a chill run up my spine and. Und was machte ich blödes Stück ? Fuck . Ich hatte es aber geschafft . Ich starrte mich im Spiegel an . Mein langes schwarzes Haar hing jetzt nass an mir herunter , es war ein schöner Kontrast von meiner etwas zu blassen Haut . Aber der Frühling war da und bald kam die Sonne . Dann ging es schnell bei mir . Meine Poren saugten jeden kleinen Sonnenstrahl auf , und nach zwei Tagen sah ich aus wie Rihanna . Ich sah mir selbst in die Augen . Reines kobaltblau . Augen die Männer verwirrten , und. Ten perfect joints.”I reach out my right hand and fondle her boob, rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. “And how am I supposed to roll a perfect joint with you fingering my tit!”“Don’t make me turn this car around.”“As if I can make YOU do anything! Pull over and fuck me!”“You’re topping from the bottom, You know that won’t work.”“Just proving my point. FUCK!” Yet another attempt ends with the paper being ripped and weed dumped into a cake pan resting in her lap.“Right.