“Food,” Ike blubbers again – my entire body seems to dry-heave – and then the slug’s mass starts to move through the water and into my direc...ion with the inevitability of an iceberg.Little metal cube, meet magnetic putty.My shoulders automatically draw up to my ears and the tiniest of whimpers escapes my mouth.I close my eyes tightly and take the time to viciously, thoroughly curse my job and my backstabbing colleagues and my manager – who, I just realized, set me up to get rid of me and of. She started unbuttoning the fly and zipping them down frantically as she bounded up the stairs to the only working bathroom.“Shiiit!” she thought, as she heard the shower running, “Jon must be in there, Fuck!” she pouted to her self as she danced trying desperately to undo her pants.“Jon! Open up! Its an emergency!” Jennifer cried banging heavily on the bathroom door.Because of his daze Jon hadn’t heard is mother’s initial knock and calling. It was only after he heard her cry,“JON! I’m about to. "I am a backdoor man Julie, and every woman I slid my cock into screams for more. So, if you got any lube around I would suggest slathering up your hole?" It's on the night stand," I replied."Good. Get it bitch and lube up. There is nothing worse than dry fuckin' an asshole. You might as well get undressed while you are at it so that we can get the fun started."I shed my clothes, lubed up Jimmy's hard on and made a big show of fingering the goo into my asshole. I reached to release my torture. She was overweight and too big boned to be any use immediately as a quarry for the hunt. She was still fettered, gagged and manacled to an upright open whipping frame, somewhat like a doorframe. When he approached to inspect her more closely she showed that her spirit was far from broken; she waited quietly until he came close, then she lunged forward with her head and very nearly succeeded in butting him. The eunuchs rushed forwards and tied the end of her long hair to the same cross-bar as.