.. Cum dumpster faggot... Shithead beautiful boy, goddamn I want you!”I pulled my lips away from my sir. His saliva dribbled out of the corner of my...mouth and down my cheek. Around me penises and scrotum engorged by cock rings, tattoos and hands pulling at my hair and pinching my nipples, all coalesced into one collage. In this mess of indistinguishable male body parts, one figure stood out. It was the figure of Trey. In the flesh. I hadn't seen him when I had walked into the dungeon. I hadn't. I know what movies you like and what you like to eat and even what veggies you hate."She laughed again. "I'm such a blabbermouth!" Hardly, You know me too. And you're tolerant of my quirks." You don't have any quirks." Oh, but I do. You don't even know some of them." Like what?" Well, I'm a porn junkie, for one." Like every other guy?" She laughed."That's not a quirk, that's just being a normal horny guy." No, but I really like porn. Like, a lot."She shrugged. "I don't care, as long as it. ”“What would you like for me to do?”“I can have a team of agents at to your office tomorrow night. If you let us in, we will make copies of everything and no one will be the wiser.”“You can’t use any of it against him. You don’t have a warrant.”“True, but if we can get a few leads, we can gather the rest under a warrant.”I didn’t recognize where we were going, and I needed to get home. “Where’re we headed? I need to get home.”“First we’re going to get your dog at the pound and then I’ll drop. He pulls at the buttons of my top, struggling to find my breasts through the fabric. Familiar hands graze my nipples and I internally scream. I start to relax into him. Falling against him, melting at his touch, putty in his hands. He pulls my head to the side, kissing my exposed neck. I moan, unconsciously. He knows that my struggle is over. I now know that he won’t hurt me. He’s too caught up in the moment, he’s under my spell as much as I am under his. The magic of touch, the power that sex.