.''i look at him his palm on my ass he fondled me feeling it buzzing''you must feel good walking like that , your cute white ass plugged ?''''......''...'tell me do you feel good doing this ''''i ....do feel good''''no tell me what feels good?''''i ....i like walking my ass plugged ''''good boy''''its ok , i found out and think its very sexy''''when you go back after lunch plugged and happy, made my cock so hard''i look at him ....caught broken''you must have a tiny cock dont you?''and he lift my. “Ohhh, now we’re getting to the interesting part. Finally feel like spilling what’s been on your mind?”Going to take another drink, Michele found that her glass was empty. She put it down. “Halloween is Sunday. Day after tomorrow.”“Yeah.”“Do you remember…I mean, when we were kids, ten years ago. Do you remember when we…”“Called up the devil?”“No. I mean, yes, that’s what we wanted to do.”“And we did it. You don’t remember?”“I remember…” For a second Michele had a vivid hallucination of a man. ”Ed repeated himself, “I said a couple. Now hop to it little lady before I lose my temper.”She relented and set the drinks in front of John. John picked up the shot glass with the whiskey in it. He sniffed it, nodded, and then set it down. He knew there was no way out of this situation except violence.John calmly said, “I heard that some men drink in the hope that it will make their pecker bigger. I don’t know if that’s your reason for drinking. Since I’m already hung like a horse, I don’t. I got some bad news yesterday.....I've got cancer! Yeah, fucking breast cancer. Cancer all over. I've been feeling so tired, you know after we got together with Denis that lovely night, I slept for about three days...I mean the sex was great, but it wasn't that great!I have a lover friend in Detroit....I played a one nighter there at some club, I was using coke and every other damned thing to keep going.............and later when I was in bed with Alice, she noticed this fucking lump under my.