bed was the last thing on his mind as he turned to stare down the barrel of the .45, he could feel his testicles rising back up into his body as he placed his ill gotten gains on the floor

the floor seemed to move him along as if on an escalator til he found him self doing as he was told

he was told there was only one way to save his ass from a prison sentence and that was to commit his ass to the demoness

the demoness, a fate worse than death;), he knew his ass was trouble

'Trouble' had been his middle name ever since he had been old enough to walk. Even now he was relishing the situation just how far would she, could she, take him?

could she, take him by force she wondered to herself? "Take off your shirt...NOW" she demanded. I guess she had her answer.

"Answer the question," he said, "are you going to suck on this?"

"Are you going to suck on this?" Well only if I have to!!!! ;) :D :D

To be or not to be isn't the question ... it's to party or not to party!

"Party on Lads and Lasses" we sing as we enter the room, greedilly eyeing the various peoples engaged in various VERY natural acts.

Acts of crime and passion are showcased in the weird and wonderful wax museum.

"Museum quality," he said with admiration as he looked at the vision of loveliness standing there before him.

Him? why yes hes an odd man.

"Man oh man" he said, looking around at the erotic artwork

Erotic artwork can be visually stimulating.