‘But as long as there’s something for the guys to look at, we’ll be OK. You dig?’ ‘Yes, we understand,’ said Crystal. ‘We know exactly ...hat you want.’ ‘Damned right you do, girls,’ said Skull, proudly reviewing his poster which heralded in hard-to-read Gothic font that ‘Teusday Nite was Girls Nite!!’ and that we would be responsible for ‘the Very Best Butt Naked Rock & Roll in Both the Carolinas’. ‘Shall we just call off the gig?’ I asked Crystal as soon as we’d left Skull behind and in the. Judging from what I saw on the display next though, it seemed like for some reason, we were like best buddies. But I could've sworn, on pain of anything other than death or excruciating torture involving genitalia, that I had never laid eyes on that man, or any of the other folks on the screen in my life; not even waiting in line for the cash register, or in one of those cult films on after-hours TV.Yet here I was, seeing myself in photos, playing cards with the Baron and the Pope, looking. You keep this fuck position, you'll feel mostly just a little burnin' on your asshole. You move, my stroke's gonna tear your back plumbing apart. Understand what I'm sayin'? You still willin'?" The finger never stopped moving. It was a wiggly worm within her ass. Again and again, the finger slowly slid almost all the way out, returning with quick and eager little wiggly jumps seeking her depths."I understand," whispered Lois and she grunted again as the fingertip plunged deeply to slide along. Micheal quickly caught my hand to stop me as he softly said that I am supposed to be comfortable. He had me close my eyes while I smelled different oils and I picked out a soft musky vanilla thinking about how much Sam loves that the scent and it would linger long after I shower. Micheal stood at my head and started massaging my neck with the warm oil. It didn't take long for me to relax and enjoy the strength in his hands as they worked their magic on my neck and shoulders. As.