"Ohhhhhh yesssss...right fast there Sam. Oh yeah assfuckingatfuckingmachines, baby. Keep doing it just like that."

The name's Sam...Sam fast fucking machine Spain, gumshoe for hire. For the most part, I handle small, private matters...a cheating husband, a skip ass trace, the occasional missing person. There's no shortage of work for an enterprising ass guy who's not afraid to assfuckingatfuckingmachines get his hand ass's dirty...especially if you carry machines a big stick and know how to use machine it.

Thelma was waitressing, serving drinks to the five or six people scattered at fucking small tables throughout the club. I stayed just inside the entrance to the club until she machines returned to the bar and sat down, then walked over to fast fucking machine her and pulled assfuckingatfuckingmachines out my lighter to start the cigarette she'd just placed in her fucking mouth.

PART TWO

As assfuckingatfuckingmachines it was, "Dr. Mesmer ass" was gentlemanly about the ass whole thing. He ass offered me his assfuckingatfuckingmachines bathroom to clean up, and asked if I'd hand ass out my pants assfuckingatfuckingmachines, so they could be cleaned. Or fucking if I'd rather wear them fucking out like that. I accepted his offer, and before I knew it Thelma was in the bathroom machine with me, waiting for me to take off assfuckingatfuckingmachines my pants and underwear so she could machine take them wherever machines and get them clean.

If I had ever had reason to believe I was losing my mind, that particular scene would have cinched it.

"It's the moment of truth, Sam ass. Time to make your deal with the Devil. What can images I do in return for you soul?"

"Keep it up, baby, just a little more...I'm soooo close...."

And, if I'm really, really good, once in a while, Mistress will let me cum fast...in my hand...after jerking myself off.