Only Margie had smuggled in a six-pack and a pint of rum, which we proceeded to down like sailors on shore leave. "Somehow we got into a game of truth...or dare, and we went through the obligatory questions. Have I/She ever sucked cock or fucked (yes) or been ass-fucked (no). I thought I had her when I asked if, when masturbating, she ever used any special accessories. She said truth, and went over to her backpack and pulled out a red, pliable vibrator that she intimately kissed. She asked me the. My eyes were drawn to the blackhoneymoon box, despite all the things that had happened my curiositygot the better of me, I had to know what was inside it.Taking the box and laying it next to me I hesitantly opened the lid. Insidewas a mass of leather and chrome, I couldn't make out what half thesethings were. The first thing I pulled out was a collection of three metalrings held together with white leather straps. Holding it up the nearestanalogy I could come up with was a thong of some type. " Sir," I replied with excitement, seeing the possibility of a rhetorical victory, "would that mean that a man who is too poor to feed his family or pay for his family's medical care, for example, should not be able to sell himself into slavery, in exchange for financial support for his family?" That had always been one of the core beliefs of our forefathers! It is in the Declaration of Independence of the United States. It was the law we all lived under until radical revolutionaries brought. ’ She laughed again, only this time the wantonness of her needs was revealed. ‘All right, but not right here.’ ‘Oh, sure, I understand,’ he answered, his voice a husky baritone that only served to heighten Annie’s excitement. ‘I got just the place where we won’t be bothered by anyone.’ ‘Then go there,’ she said, pressing her clenched fist into the center of her already wet crotch. Mal drove for another five minutes, weaving his way into a heavily industrial section of Atlanta. To Annie it.