A few minutes went by, I turned over and said what are you doing ? She left. She had a lustful look as she stared at my dick. Later that night. I spie... on her in the shower. I watched her playing with her nipple, moaning, masturbate and have an orgasm. Recently for the first time I smoked weed with her. She said smoking pot with me. She had a stoned sexy look. I went over to her house. She had on a T shirt and shorts. No bra and no panties. I pulled out a fat joint. She said you and that weed . Shit! He's wearing what? I look down again at his feet, unable to comprehend what I thought I just saw. Yes, he is! He's wearing Superman slippers…and no socks. I can see the tops of his feet, almost glowing a supernatural white against the electric blue of the velour slippers. “Hey, Simon. Nice slippers! Er, superman?” “What?” He doesn't move, just speaks whilst looking skywards. “Nice slippers, have you got the matching pants?” I did say sarcasm runs in the family. Simon pulls his head off. You will pass out from the heat long before it eats your flesh. Or you can hold out for a miracle from the Gods. You can hope that they will spare your life. The choice is yours."I wondered why she thinks I would choke to death if I brought up. All I would do is made one hell of a mess," I thought defiantly.The answer came to me a few moments later as one of the women appeared over me with a large needle and thread in her hands. One of the cooks removed the device from my jaw pulling it shut. Numchucks bit into the limb and began backing up. The limb was not a stick, the difference being the size. Numchuck’s massive jaws bit down into the wood and with short jerking tugs he began to back up. This limb was equivelent to a small fence post but he chomped around a few times till he could get a good bite and pulled while stepping backwards. ‘Vamanos, go…PULL,’ I yelled over and over as I was swimming, slithering and crawling while Chucks drug me out of that mud hole. I was exhausted and.