He pushed it deeper and harder inside me. I couldn’t get used to both sensations a dildo deep inside my pussy and a cock deep in my mouth. My brain ...as struggling to process it. I let my tongue do the work instead and rolled it around the tip of his cock, traced it up and down the shaft and then flicked it quickly forwards and back, feeling the stranger gather himself and go rigid. The Magician knew I loved it deep and that the sensation of being fucked hard and sucking cock at the same time. A cruel hearted bastard. A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, its true. I am all of those, and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies, I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were. She wasnt quite like the girls I usually captured- I generally prefer blonde girls with blue eyes and. I explained that in my experience long-time bin men don’t just up and leave. Any one of us who has been doing the job for so long just can’t leave. People with less than, say, fifteen years service come and go. You reach fifteen years and the only way you’re leaving is by some sort of retirement or by dying. KC: I said at the time you put this forward that you had left though. DG: Yes, I know. But that was to be with you. And what did I do when I thought I’d lost you? I went back to the bins.. "She handed Laurie a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."Laurie looked the form over. The lighting was poor and there was no chair or table to sit at."Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"Laurie held it up against the wall and signed it. She snatched it back and shoved it in her pocket. Then she opened a locker. "Take off your clothes and put them in here." Uhm, okay."She continued to stand there, and Laurie stood there.She asked, "What are you waiting for?" Uh, nothing.".