And a few others, he was able to keep his desires in check.He was also amazed at how clear his thoughts were, he could focus on a task completely now,...not allowing any distractions. He was able to quickly understand reports passed on to him from the board members, easily reading through them in minutes. He was able to use the information to ask pertinent questions during these briefings.His sense of personal power was growing as his ability to dominate those around him increased. Granted it was. The vile stench assailed her nostrils and was drawn deeply into her lungs as she knelt there with her head in the position where many filthy asses had sat during the day and oozed their shit from their bowels.Her eyes looked at the disgustingly stained walls of the bowl, and at the slimy muck of water just inches below her face. She could hear the voices of the men standing above her, jeering and mocking her, telling her that her head was in the right place - the place where men shit.Suddenly. I would love to do it again.” It was an honest feeling, but she also felt the financial pressure, the need for more pay.”Griff stopped and looked her up and down. He rubbed his chin. “Hmmm, that’s good, Sally. I love your enthusiasm, and you photograph really well. I mean dynamite, girl.” Sally laughed. “So, we have an open time slot right now for another shoot, if you are interested. This is kind of a speciality photo set for a client.”“Yeah, sure,” Sally responded with a big grin. It. The heat in the air shaft was at least 100 humid degrees. This made her body perspire steadily; combined with the grime, her body had acquired a sticky, gooey patina. Her face dripped sweat, her hair limp. The humidity and strain of her silent entry also caused her nose to run -- transparent mucous dripping from her nostrils in long thin ropes. She wiped her face, slowly undid the cover to the vent and silently lowered it to the floor, extending the upper half of her body out beyond the vent.