'Dozer worked a couple hours a week at a porn shop in Times Square, we both made great cash moving random junk for the local dealer, we could've lived better, but this house was primo for our `hobby'.'Dozer worked a couple hours a week at a porn shop in Times Square, we both made great cash moving random junk for the local dealer, we could've lived better, but this house was primo for our `hobby'. No nearby neighbors, just a gas station, a power plant, we were near the railroad yards, a real scuzzy shack in the grungiest part of town. Nobody came near us, not the meter reader, not the cops, not the landlord that we mailed our checks to, not even Jehovah's fucking Witnesses. We enjoyed our privacy. My dick was getting anxious to start the party. "'S it your turn for firsts or mine?" I stood up, removed my jeans, folded them, placed them on the top of the shelves holding our collection of toys. It was useful that 'Doze worked in the city and browsed the various porn shops, we had an impressive collection of dildos, vibrators, whips, clamps, cuffs, harnesses, gags, hell you name it, we probably had it. And yet we'd tied her to the bed with cotton clothesline. Tradition? My cock forced it's way out of my jockeys, drooling in lewd antici- pation of the activities it had planned. I slipped them off, folding them up and placing them on top of my jeans as I watched this little girl's eyes widen in horror at the site of my fat ten inches pointed straight at her body. 'Dozer was on the other side of the bed, tearing off his clothes as fast as he could, flinging them in random directions as lust overtook him. I'd finally convinced him I really meant it that I'd kill him if he didn't clean up after himself in the kitchen and bathroom. I think it was the loaded gun I shoved up his ass that morning after he'd puked in the bathtub. |