I took a long, slow drag just as some soft, psychedelic music began floating into the air.I held the smoke inside, feeling my mind start to melt into ...erenity."It's good, isn't it," Ken whispered, taking the joint from my fingers. "This is the best weed we've ever scored."I exhaled the smoke up toward the ceiling and felt so incredibly good.Ken offered the joint to Ron, who was standing across the room by the stereo. But Ron told him to pass it back to me so I could catch up to them.I happily. "Penny for your thoughts," Wendy said. It literally startled me, I was so wrapped up in my new found knowledge. I half laughed at myself as Wendy was driving, I thought I was alone. "I was thinking about what Sabrina had said," I replied absent mindedly, "and about Jody." "What hold has this k** got on you?" Wendy asked slightly shrill, "It's more than a nice body and a big cock." "I don't know, really. I just know we were meant to be together. I'm meant to master his life,. He couldn't chance it. His legs and arms were now screaming to bereleased. His balls felt like they were going to explode. He was stillbreathing heavily with the clamp around his neck too. He knew he wouldhave to wait for them to leave. He tried to hide himself in theunderbush. He couldn't get comfortable. The bondage would not allow it.He wanted to close his legs so badly, they had been apart now for hoursand were cramping, still he knew he had to wait.Finally they left. Chris waited a. He said he was getting a client home. They had to discuss business. I was ok with it. In a while, i heard the car cominp up. They had come. I opened the door. Dad and his client came home. He was a tall, black man. Really muscular. We spoke for a while. His name was james. Then my dad and he were gonna discuss business so i went to my room. They we drinking and chatting.I was really bored so i went to the living room. They were getting high now. I joined them. I was wearing white shorts and a.