" The young man looked quickly for an exit. "You know what I mean! Fat on top and then skinny with a bottom? You kids have the Internet these days!" T...e woman continued on excitedly, "And once it's in someone's ass it takes control of them..."The young man looked unimpressed, but the woman continued on, "some say it made people obey orders, some say it changed their personality entirely, and others talk of strange compulsions while wearing it. Some reports even include physical transformations!. And as she took the time to lick him clean, right down to happily moaning and lapping at his balls, all he wanted to do was touch her, and be able to stroke her hair, at least to thank her. “Okay,” he told her, “You’ve had your fun, now untie me.”The grin she wore was pure evil as she looked up at him and asked, “But what if I’m not quite done with you yet?”His eyes flared, wondering what more she could possibly do to him after sucking him off that hard.When she reached into a drawer and pulled. Edna Mayfield acted now as the curator of the Mayfield house, a caretaker of memories that lined the taupe grass-clothed walls, memories of a political career that stood in regimental perfection on the legions of Stickley tables and cabinets that dotted her dove gray carpets and slate entry halls. Grey cypress beams crossed lighter gray ceilings, while immaculately varnished mahogany doors stood guard over the private spaces of Senator Stanton Mayfield’s personal library. The Senator’s private. Jackson—they might be able to convince you together?”The DJ scratched his chin with his thumb, running his finger through the small patch of hair, and stared down at the bills. He looked back up at Will after a moment. “Alright, for that much I can put up with it for a few minutes. {Nice, I can buy some weed with this.}” He scooped the bills up, crumpling them as they disappeared into his pocket.“Thanks, I really appreciate it. And one more thing for when you call me up...”The thirty or so.