"Devon told him, "You're a dead man walking. I'm gonna kill you. But it's going to be real slow. I want you to last a long time."The voice said, "Now ...evon, that's no way to talk to an old friend. We gave her lots of good quality heroin. She's hardly felt a thing. Well maybe a little. But its all been in fun. You know how boring this burg is. Had to find something to kill a little time. When we're through playing, you'll get her back. Maybe even alive. But I think we have a while before that. What if I simply learn to control it and find a good partner first and then teach them to like spanking me?” Jayne asked.“The problem would be that you’d still be addicted. Just like a drunk thinks they can take just one drink and then they wake up broke and drunk in some gutter, you might find yourself getting beaten or addicted to some drug as the person you think you are controlling takes control of you and starts to use you, perhaps using drug addiction as a way to force you into. Lauren rolled over, back toward me. She reached back and grabbed my spent cock and nestled it in the crack of her cute ass. She ground against me to take my cock deeper in her crack.“Jimmy, do you have any idea how much I loved you fucking my ass? I’ve never had dick in my ass, and no one has ever cum in my ass. It was amazing.”“You are amazing,” I replied. “As you might have figured out, I love ass, I love fingering it, rimming it, licking it, fucking it, everything. You gave me the best. I liked listening to her talk, almost as much as I had enjoyed the brief charade of resisting her advances. She was mysterious, unknowable, foreign; yet she spoke English, fluently, eloquently even. Her lurid recollections bewitched me, as they were, viewed through a lens of hard knocks, of exploitation and sex as a tool of the rich and powerful. “Am I keeping you from your girl?” she smiled putting out a cigarette and taking a sip of what I guessed was Pernod, served strong but very long. A.