.OHHHHHHHH! oH MY....MY ASSHOLE! Oh my God! It's actuallygoing in! No! Shit it out! Don't! I can't push it out! It's going innow! It's gonna ...o all the way in, I can't keep it out anymore! IT'SGOING IN! OH MY GOD! (At this point, while I knew I was slowly sittingdown, I would have sworn on a stack of bibles I was lying on my side again.All I could feel was that mighty tool pushing itself slowly, so deliciouslyslowly, up my butt.) Aahh! Oh, my god. Oh my ass! I can't believe my. Logan settled onto an empty couch and cautiously accepted a drink that tasted like some kind of dark, smoky wine yet burned going down like whiskey. He made a mental note to consume very little of the strong drink. Soon enough the mystery of the buckets was revealed. He watched the demons in the room sample the many delicacies on offer. The “wine” they drank with great enthusiasm. The food, however, was another matter. He watched them chew, savor the taste, then spit the remains into a nearby. . Tommy Turner…” Tommy stammered. Mark snickered. “Tommy Turnout will be your jailhouse name, boy. You’re a pretty boy, within an hour of being in jail, you’ll have a hard cock in your tight little ass and another one down your throat. You’re gonna be a big hit in jail, boy. You know how I know?” Tommy’s blue eyes glistened with the tears he tried to hold back. He stammered, “How?” “Cause I’m an ex-con. I’ve been in jail a few times. And because if you were put in a jail tank with me, I’d be. We had heat now at the flip of a switch. The web-site was done. The business plan was done. The bank presentation was done. Marcy and Ching Lee were proud as peacocks as all three were perfect, with no changes needed. We had one hundred and fifty confirmed members with deposited checks, just by word of mouth, at 200 a month.Marcy also had two more things working but did not want to discuss them until they were further along. I went to great lengths to praise them for all the hard work they had.