I'd never heard of the studio, but I was definitely looking forward to pounding some tight bunghole. I had screwed a couple of ex-girlfriends in the b...tt. I never understood how those cuties could handle my cock getting shoved up their tight backdoors, but I sure as hell had enjoyed it. They couldn't walk right for a week afterwards and I never got a chance for a second round with any of them. But these FudgePacker girls would be pros.The studio turned out to be a room over a garage in a kinda. Cthulhu? Anyone?I felt myself heave and retch, but there was obviously nothing left in me to come out anymore.The horrific screeching was slowly coalescing into something ... well, if it wasn’t coherent at least it was recognizable as a human voice.I forced my eyes open against the pain and unsuccessfully tried to understand the blurry form looming over me.I crushed my eyes shut, then tried again. A pair of feet came into focus in the dry white dust in front of me: Barbie pink toenail polish. Like that the government tries to kidnap him again. I’m not saying he wasn’t kidnapped, but now that I think about it, it sure sounds like he knew it was coming.”“Evelyn?” Sheila demanded. “Do you know anything about this?”The young mother looked up with an innocent smile and shook her head.“Oh, quit sniveling!” Elizabeth barked. Mattie swallowed and tried to stop the tears. She was just a little frightened of my wife. Monday morning, Elizabeth had gone down to the former office where Mattie. .. To find there was Max waiting on Msn just as he said he would be last night. We spoke as we did last night, with the normal small talk and yet again stayed up well past midnight. The next couple of weeks and months went in similar ways almost turning into a new sort of ritual however, we had made progress on conversation with talking dirty and casual flirting and such. One day after college and I had booted up the laptop, Max started talking to me as soon as Msn loaded."Hi ya, Michael." "Hi.