” This is what the bitch spoke, “Please just a little poke.” The preacher, she removes my brand new rubber. She arches her neck and I bite her ...ard. “Infect me and the Lord will heal your illness!” I believe her, when she says, “His seed penetrates me and I feel how the mustard tree of my faith grows and grows inside me until I am about to blow. Though I am beneath Him, I love how He feels inside of me. Flash of life before my eyes replays my story. Gazing at Him, I see His Glory. I will. You get to the toilet just in time and explode. Your gaoler brings the jug and glass to you and tells you to remain on the toilet. You continue drinking, every few minutes your bowels evacuate as the fluid does its work. With an audible sigh of relief, you finish the jug of fluid but your gaoler immediately hands you another and commands you to keep drinking. By the time you finish drinking the second jug there is just fluid coming out of your arse. Your gaoler leaves you sitting on the toilet. " No way. No. End of story. I'm not gonna dress up like a woman. Sorry. No." OK Adrian OK. I'm sorry. I'll see if there's anything else in here for you. But I don't think there's any way your going to fit into any of my pants." At least let me try," I said. "Don't you have any sweats or anything? Running shorts and a T-shirt?" No. I don't think so. I mean, I don't run, and the only athletic type stuff I have is my aerobics tights and my bathing suits. I don't think you'd be too. That, uhm, guy from the catalogue, uhm page 32?" That guy, Miss?" Yeah, the one with the... uhm, the black one, with huge uhm, penis?" Miss, I'm sorry, that describes about half of our product assortment. Would you have the product number, please?" Uhm, where do I find this number?" Bottom left of the product specification, starts with the prefix KOK followed by a six digit number." Oh, I see it. It's KOK 911911." Ok, let me check in the system, if this product is available. Hold.