Well, your boy Brett Alt has one hell of a fuck story for you. Well, as you know, my band The Ministry of Evil was touring the states, and we came to ...he hellraising community of Waterloo. So, we set up shop in McElroy Auditorium, which was on the ground of some cattle congress bullshit, oh and trust me, with what i am gonna tell you, a lot of beefsteak was shared. So, we rocked the place out. During one of the Ministry's hit songs, as i was rocking to the instrumental, there was this hot. I opened my mouth and he shoved it back in and locked it behind my head.They left the room for what seemed like an hour but I?m sure it wasn?t that long.When they came back in they said I was going to be prepared for my new life.She had in her hand some leather cuffs and a chain.He leaned down and started to untie me.He said that as soon as I?m untied, I will stand up straight and not move.Soon I was standing in front of both of them as naked as a jay bird.The man told me to hold both hands out. “Don’t you start that again, TJ. I think I’m going to swear off tequila, for the rest of my life. God, I feel like shit.”“You don’t look much better. Guess you not up to any ‘Kung Foo Fighting’ are you?”“Oh, God. Don’t you start that, too.”“The operator wanted to know which Bruce Jones I wanted on the phone.”“Maybe if I kill that other Bruce then people will stop learning about my middle name.”“Oh, cruel world, how my fate is your folly,” I told him.“More like cruel parents. My conception was. “What is going on in here” I looked up to see an older man standing at the doorway. His eyes looked at us, but the black guy did not even show a hint of stopping.I saw he had a bulge that was building in his pants. I reached up and placed one hand on his swelling cock while the young black guy continued to pound deep into me.“Fuck my mouth.” I managed to whisper as the attack on my wet pussy not only continued but picked up in intensity. The older man looked back at his salesman and then down.