Paint it your faggot face in cum. Mmm, yes bitchsuck that cock ho. Suck that mmmm....(Call ends abruptly as the man obviously cums)Later that night I ...eceived other calls but I don't want to bore you. Iprobably already have! Lol. One call was a sissy wanting to be keptafter school and spanked for flashing her panties to boys in class.Another call was a man wanting to fuck his babysitter. Another was asissy wanting to be put on the street as a prostitute and kept in acheap motel as a cash earner. After a final three edits I shopped it out to the film studios. Nobody bit right away but my previous successes kept it out of the trash bin.Upon returning south from the mountains back to Olympia I filled in what I percieved to be something missing. I wanted, no, needed my research tools. I had my trailer's battery farm expanded, bought a small, quiet Honda generator to keep the batteries charged and added to my electronics. I bought a "Buffalo Box", a rather large-scale four drive data. I let them disappear and check out my charges. One thing's sure, I 'm not going to rely on any roping up that this bunch have done.I start with the target. She's trussed up on the bed, lying on her face. I turn her over to check out her gag, that's always the first thing. Ah that's sweet, she's wearing a pink tee-shirt with the name of her old band across her tits. I always thought she was better when she was with them. Somehow the stuff she's done since she went solo doesn't have the same. McGrady’s ancestors, I assumed. Flockhart motioned for me to proceed in front of him, “He ith in hith office.”August McGrady, a tiny man, was seated, in lamplight, in front of a massive rolltop desk. He leaped up when he saw me, “It’s him, you fool!”I pivoted full circle on my right foot and swung my scattergun sideways as viciously as I could. It sliced through the air, directly into Flockhart’s neck. It thudded into him, making a sickening sound — both squishy and crunchy. He collapsed on his.