news.cnet.com/8301-13578_3-57552225-38/senate-bill-rewrite-lets-feds-read-your-e-mail-without-warrants/

A Senate proposal touted as protecting Americans' e-mail privacy has been quietly rewritten, giving government agencies more surveillance power than they possess under current law, CNET has learned.

Patrick Leahy, the influential Democratic chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee, has dramatically reshaped his legislation in response to law enforcement concerns, according to three individuals who have been negotiating with Leahy's staff over the changes. A vote on his bill, which now authorizes warrantless access to Americans' e-mail, is scheduled for next week.
Leahy's rewritten bill would allow more than 22 agencies -- including the Securities and Exchange Commission and the Federal Communications Commission -- to access Americans' e-mail, Google Docs files, Facebook wall posts, and Twitter direct messages without a search warrant. It also would give the FBI and Homeland Security more authority, in some circumstances, to gain full access to Internet accounts without notifying either the owner or a judge.

CNET obtained a draft of the proposed amendments from one of the people involved in the negotiations with Leahy; it's embedded at the end of this post. The document describes the changes as "Amendments intended to be proposed by Mr. Leahy."

It's an abrupt departure from Leahy's earlier approach, which required police to obtain a search warrant backed by probable cause before they could read the contents of e-mail or other communications. The Vermont Democrat boasted last year that his bill "provides enhanced privacy protections for American consumers by... requiring that the government obtain a search warrant."

Leahy had planned a vote on an earlier version of his bill, designed to update a pair of 1980s-vintage surveillance laws, in late September. But after law enforcement groups including the National District Attorneys' Association and the National Sheriffs' Association organizations objected to the legislation and asked him to "reconsider acting" on it, Leahy pushed back the vote and reworked the bill as a package of amendments to be offered next Thursday. The package (PDF) is a substitute for H.R. 2471, which the House of Representatives already has approved.

One person participating in Capitol Hill meetings on this topic told CNET that Justice Department officials have expressed their displeasure about Leahy's original bill. The department is on record as opposing any such requirement: James Baker, the associate deputy attorney general, has publicly warned that requiring a warrant to obtain stored e-mail could have an "adverse impact" on criminal investigations.

Christopher Calabrese, legislative counsel for the American Civil Liberties Union, said requiring warrantless access to Americans' data "undercuts" the purpose of Leahy's original proposal. "We believe a warrant is the appropriate standard for any contents," he said.

An aide to the Senate Judiciary committee told CNET that because discussions with interested parties are ongoing, it would be premature to comment on the legislation.

Marc Rotenberg, head of the Electronic Privacy Information Center, said that in light of the revelations about how former CIA director David Petraeus' e-mail was perused by the FBI, "even the Department of Justice should concede that there's a need for more judicial oversight," not less.

Markham Erickson, a lawyer in Washington, D.C. who has followed the topic closely and said he was speaking for himself and not his corporate clients, expressed concerns about the alphabet soup of federal agencies that would be granted more power:

There is no good legal reason why federal regulatory agencies such as the NLRB, OSHA, SEC or FTC need to access customer information service providers with a mere subpoena. If those agencies feel they do not have the tools to do their jobs adequately, they should work with the appropriate authorizing committees to explore solutions. The Senate Judiciary committee is really not in a position to adequately make those determinations.

The list of agencies that would receive civil subpoena authority for the contents of electronic communications also includes the Federal Reserve, the Federal Trade Commission, the Federal Maritime Commission, the Postal Regulatory Commission, the National Labor Relations Board, and the Mine Enforcement Safety and Health Review Commission.

Leahy's modified bill retains some pro-privacy components, such as requiring police to secure a warrant in many cases. But the dramatic shift, especially the regulatory agency loophole and exemption for emergency account access, likely means it will be near-impossible for tech companies to support in its new form.

A bitter setback
This is a bitter setback for Internet companies and a liberal-conservative-libertarian coalition, which had hoped to convince Congress to update the 1986 Electronic Communications Privacy Act to protect documents stored in the cloud. Leahy glued those changes onto an unrelated privacy-related bill supported by Netflix.

At the moment, Internet users enjoy more privacy rights if they store data on their hard drives or under their mattresses, a legal hiccup that the companies fear could slow the shift to cloud-based services unless the law is changed to be more privacy-protective.

Members of the so-called Digital Due Process coalition include Apple, Amazon.com, Americans for Tax Reform, AT&T, the Center for Democracy and Technology, eBay, Google, Facebook, IBM, Intel, Microsoft, TechFreedom, and Twitter. (CNET was the first to report on the coalition's creation.)

Leahy, a former prosecutor, has a mixed record on privacy. He criticized the FBI's efforts to require Internet providers to build in backdoors for law enforcement access, and introduced a bill in the 1990s protecting Americans' right to use whatever encryption products they wanted.

But he also authored the 1994 Communications Assistance for Law Enforcement Act, which is now looming over Web companies, as well as the reviled Protect IP Act. An article in The New Republic concluded Leahy's work on the Patriot Act "appears to have made the bill less protective of civil liberties." Leahy had introduced significant portions of the Patriot Act under the name Enhancement of Privacy and Public Safety in Cyberspace Act (PDF) a year earlier.

One obvious option for the Digital Due Process coalition is the simplest: if Leahy's committee proves to be an insurmountable roadblock in the Senate, try the courts instead.

Judges already have been wrestling with how to apply the Fourth Amendment to an always-on, always-connected society. Earlier this year, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that police needed a search warrant for GPS tracking of vehicles. Some courts have ruled that warrantless tracking of Americans' cell phones, another coalition concern, is unconstitutional.

The FBI and other law enforcement agencies already must obtain warrants for e-mail in Kentucky, Michigan, Ohio, and Tennessee, thanks to a ruling by the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals in 2010.

I've noticed that you have taken the t-shirts and stickers off your websites store, in order to get people to buy your "premium" account.
I thought I'd share with you, why I will not be getting a "premium" account.

1. I would never pay money, for a website that rejects videos without an appeal.

The last video I tried to upload was a screen shot of a video chat; the two women in that screen shot were over 40 (one had streaks of gray in her hair). There were no logos identifying what site/service I was communicating to these women on; thus no copyright problems. Despite taking into account issues of age and copyright, the video was still rejected.

2.I would never pay for a website that changes the rules on whats allowed all the time without notice.

There appears to be a new, unwritten policy forbidding faces on chat videos. The video before my last video was a screen shot of me jerking off to a woman's boobs and it was approved; the last video I uploaded (mentioned above) was not. So the rules changed and none of us were notified? Some videos 3 years old, are removed for "new rules". As an uploader, I can't work this way.

3. I would never pay for a website, if the admins are rude.

Anyone who tries to ask a question, or god forbid, a reason as to why their video is removed is meet with cartoonish immaturity.
Look I've worked in customer service for years. If you insult the customer, you lose the customer. You may think uploaders are a dime a dozen; but they make your website. Without us, you have no content; and if you keep screwing the uploaders your site will suck.
Taking away the t-shirts and stickers doesn't bother me; however trying to pressure me into buying a service, instead of pulling up your sox and running it properly does (Your insulting your customers again...bad business move).

4. I would never pay for an adult site, that uses the threat of lawsuits as an excuse.

Your in the adult entertainment industry; so YES you have lawsuits. I've worked in all forms of the entertainment industry (including the adult industry) both as a performer, retail, customer service and distributing; anything with the word "adult" in it will get you lawsuits. I've dealt with lawsuits, zoning and licencing problems working in adult entertainment; fighting them is part of the business.
If you can't fight them all just close down this website and make another one; but don't use getting sued as an excuse, its part of porn.

All this being said I'm not saying I would NEVER get a "premium" account, just not one right now. You have the ability to do a better job, and I hope you will.
The first site to do so was anyoneup.com, they didn't take stuff down because of an empty threat of a lawsuit, they stood up to Facebook and the FBI; and look at the money and mainstream success anyoneup.com had.

You have to ask yourself if you want to be number 1, or yesterday.

I know all posts made on this message board need to meet your approval; and the chances of you allowing such honest and frank criticism as this post, is about the same as getting a response.
It did give me something to do for the last 5 mins of my lunch break.

Stole a pair of used panties from a customer I was servicing and blew a nice load right where her pussy has been. They smelled fucking great.

I confess that I just hate these god-damn niggers running around. A few days ago I had to go to the bank to cash a check. It was a sizable amount so had to go inside instead of the drive-thru. I went in and stood in the long ling waiting for a teller while looking around. I haven't been in there since last month and the place looked like shit! The nice furniture they had before was replaced by some mauve upholstery and the nice shiny stone floor was replaced by this ugly tan carpeting!

When the line moved up, I got closer to the tellers. Three were humans and one was a big fat sheboon with corn rows and a gold front tooth. I thought it was a male at first but two saggy mountains were attached to its chest! I silently prayed that I would get one of the humans, 3/4 odds isn't bad odds. Finally, the lady in front of me was called up by a man and the nigger was the only one open. It hollered "Next?! C'mon up he-re Mista!". I pretended like I didn't notice since I wanted to wait for a human but they were busy with customers.

The idiot behind me tapped me on my shoulder and said "That lady on the left is open, sir." Then I just decided to go up to the sheboon as I was too considerate of others to hold up a line like a nigger would. I went up to the sheboon and presented my check to it.

"Is this real?" it asked me with an odd ball glance. I nodded silently but was thinking "of course it is you stupid ass nigger!" Then the sheboon typed into the computer and had me give my ID. I been a customer of this bank for 12 years and this was the first nigger who serviced me. I had given it a form so it would deposit most and I wanted two thousand eighty in cash. I was given a receipt that showed the money was now in my account.

The nigger started counting out the cash I was owed and when finished, gave me it. I counted it to myself because I didn't trust this nigger and sure enough I was about two hundred short! I axed the sheboon that it made a mistake and I needed two hundred more. "But Is counted it, mista!" it yelled out. I said "No, when I counted there was two hundred missing. Can I see the manager!" The nigger snarled and yelled back "You musta hid it in yours pocket! I counted the change right!"

All the commotion had alerted a security guard who came over and demanded to know what the problem was. I told him that this sheboon took $200 from me. She screamed that she counted it fairly and that I was hiding it. The manager finally came over from hearing the loud fuss the sheboon was making and asked what was going on. I filled him in while the sow began squealing that she counted it right. I gave him the money and he counted it. Sho nuff, there was $200 short. He told the sheboon so but she yelled "He musta hided it!" I said that the sheboon saw me count the money right in front of her and I had no time to hide anything. I said they could even look at the surveillance camera if they wanted.

After I brought up the camera, miraculously the sheboon put $200 on the counter saying it fell on the floor while she was counting. I didn't buy it at all because niggers are criminals. I don't know how this one got a job at the bank unless AA or a liberal was responsible. The manager apologized to me and gave me a free tote bag that they give out to those who open new accounts. I didn't accept and told him that I wanted to close my account. This one niggerfuxated experience was enough for me!

I then left the bank and got into my car. I then called a friend to tell him of what happened. Twenty minutes or so later, I started to pull out of the parking lot but then as I'm driving away I see that sheboon with two security guards outside the building! I think it got fired or arrested..or both . I won't be going to that bank again. If they are stupid enough to hire one nigger then more and more will come in eventually. My friend recommended his bank that doesn't have any nigger tellers at all and that's where I opened a new account that very day.

Anybody else ever have coon-tact with niggers, and it just ruins your day?

I confess that AT&T Uverse is the shittiest excuse for a cable/internet provider. It's too damn expensive, the equipment is absolute shit, and the "customer service" is non-existent.

If I am recording a show in HD, I can only watch that show. If I try to watch something else it pauses, skips, and is unwatchable. The best part, the show I try to record pauses and skips then too.

The wireless Internet is a great concept, except it uses the same resources as the cable. So when watch a show in HD, I can't stay connected to the Internet for more than a few seconds at a time.

Sorry guys, not a great porn confession. But I am banging a 19 year old.

Why is this site always "over capacity?" I get that all the time, at all different times of day and days of the week. How about you guys invest in some modern hardware with greater capacity? This is the kind of service that drives your customers away, into the hands of competitors, eventually.

Rather tame, but I confess that I work in customer service phone support. 9 times out of 10 while assisting people, one hand is wrapped around my cock and stroking like there's no tomorrow. Man or woman, young or old, they've all assisted in the stream of precum flowing down my shaft as I edge for hours.

Now that’s customer service! 

just thought id share some of the slutty shit my girlfriend did before i was with her. Please feel free to add your own.

- Fucked 4 separate guys within 2 days. All bareback. 2 complete strangers.

- Fucked her married boss after he pulled her aside at a christmas party and started fingering and kissing her without saying a word. It continued for months. He is twice her age and her fathers friend. She stayed late so they could fuck at work and she sucked him off under the front counter and one time a customer walked in.

-Fucked her bus driver. Who was engaged at the time. Not sure where. Hopefully on the bus.

- Fucked a guy quite a few years younger than her. On their first meeting. Bareback.

- Fucked countless guys in cars and carparks around clubs. Usually without having met them before. Usually bareback.

- Fucked on guy within 5 minutes of meeting INSIDE the club on some couches. bareback.

- Met a guy at a service station. Fucked him there. Late at night.

Add your girls history.

Was about to raid a laundry hamper earlier at a house I was servicing until the owner took the basket out of the room I was working in, I was damn close. After the job I look up the customers name on socials and notice her man is some politician who’s running for city council. Would be pretty damn cool if this dude became city council and I can say I had a pair of his wife’s used panties, would’ve made a great trophy. His wife is pretty hot too. Pics in comments

I am a 21 yo female and I confess that I get a thrill from peeing in public and the thought of peeing on little girls. It always turns sexual. I was at F.Y.E. browsing the records and what not. It seems everytime I go to a library, bookstore, cd store, ect. I always need to pee and it interferes with my browsing. Well, this happened and I really couldn't hold it. I finally decided it was too much and began to walk around the store looking for a restroom. After a frantic lap around the store and another quick scan I couldn't handle it anymore. I found the nearest worker and asked for the restroom. She informed me that they didn't have a restroom available to customers. That made me angry and I fled the store without any purchase. I may have said a few words about poor customer service, knowing she didn't give a shit about customers. When i got to my car I knew I wouldn't be able to drive anywhere so I took a styrofoam cup I had laying in my passengers side floorboard. I backed my seat up , pulled my pants down, raised my self up, laid the cup on the seat cushion and squated above the cup. there was resteraunt across the street and I caught site of a couple pointing at me. This really turned me on. I started putting my hand in the stream of pee touching my clit and rubbing my nipples. I came right there peeing in that cup. it was one of the biggest rushes I'd ever had. I threw the cup out of the window and left. I really want to do something like this again. I've been pee'd on by a guy and that's alright, but the tought of me peeing on a little girl really turns me on, I'm straight and I'm really confused by this desire. Sometimes I see little girls and think, "I would pee on her." It's only the girls I find loud and bratty. What causes people to enjoy peeing on others? Should I feel guilty for this?

Do you stroke your cock while talking to sexy customer service lady’s? 🫦 pervert…

I work in a supermarket and there's a new girl whos started. She's at least 18 because she works on customer services selling tobacco. But fucking hell, she is gorgeous.

She about 4ft 5 and her face is so pretty she could actually be a model. She has these amazing blue eyes and blonde long hair. She's got the body of a tween, and did I mention she's 4ft 5? She's about the height of a 10 year old girl. She has to get on a step ladder to get cigs out of a lock up cupboard that's about 6ft tall.

I feel terribly guilty because I get hard just looking at her. She's so sexy, even if she wasn't short. She looks so young but she isn't and she's curvy, she's probably older than me. She not even a dwarf or anything like that, she's like completely normal just proportionally smaller.

She's normal, really short, totally curvey with good sized breasts. She's just so fucking hot. When you hear her customer/staff announcements on the mic, you can tell its her because her voice is high like someone whos short.

Wish I could just get balls deep in her, but I'd feel so dirty considering i'm 6ft 5. She's looked me up and down a few times and we've had awkward eye contact (i'm 19) and she's just so fucking sexy. I normally only go for girls at are like 5ft8 or more, but she's so sexy it makes up for it.

If I don't get to fuck her, I really hope she does porn. She would be such a hit if she did. I'm actually too intimidated to speak to her. She's actually tiny. I'm not sure escatly of her size and I dont have photos, but i'm 6ft 5 and shes up to my hip.

I used to work retail at a very well known tech store in my mid20s. I was the go-to-guy for all problems customers had. It was a very conservative part of the state where even the hint of possibly being gay was enough for someone to get fired. I needed the job.

We had one customer who was an older man, near his 70s, who was fun to joke around with and shoot the shit. He'd tell some dirty jokes now and again and we'd laugh.

Time went on and I ended up going to his house to perform tech related duties for cash outside of work. Most of the time it was nothing big but every now and again he'd screw something up and I'd get a good payday. He'd tell his friends about me and get me some extra cash for working on their stuff.

One day I was at one of his friend's houses, an older man too (mid60s), working on the guy's computer. The guy had made some innuendo about wanting head, etc. I brushed him off like I usually did as although I'm bi I wasn't into older guys.

After a bit of silence I turned around to tell him something and he was standing there, not more than six inches away from my face, with his old hard cock in his hand. He offered me extra to suck him off, I said no. He said he wasn't going to take no for an answer and we could do it the hard way or the easy way. I tried to talk my way out of it for a minute or two but he grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was such perfect timing on his part I was sure he'd done it before.

As I struggled he locked his hands behind my head and started roughly fucking my mouth, his old hard cock moving in and out at a hurried pace, getting deeper with each thrust. When he had enough in my mouth to make him happy he held me on it as I gagged. I was slapping my hands on his thighs, trying to tell him I couldn't breath, but he held it longer until finally letting go and pulling his cock out. Spit and a bit of blood were on his cock as he pulled it out.

I coughed, spat on the floor and wiped the tears from my eyes that had come naturally. I put a hand up telling him to hold on as I caught my breath but it didn't mean anything to him as he again put his hands on my head and tried forcing his cock in my mouth. I got a hand around it and started stroking it, holding him off long enough to tell him I'd suck him off. He removed his hands, looked at me, at his cock, and made a face of, "well, what are you waiting for?"

I stroked his cock a bit more as I prepared myself then gave him a messy blowjob. After a few minutes he told me to stop and strip so he could watch me play with myself as I sucked him. I complied.

I sucked him for another five minutes or so (fucker wouldn't cum) before he pulled his cock away. It was slimy with my spit. My mouth hurt and my lips were beginning to swell. He told me that because he had to fight for a blowjob that I owed him a piece of ass. At this point I just wanted it over with, but I said nothing. He told me to bend over a large desk he had in the room. I did so and not a minute later his cock was in my ass pounding away like it was the first time he'd ever fucked. He kept at it for at least fifteen minutes, barely ever slowing down, calling me all sorts of things.

I felt a spurt of something in my ass and realized the guy was cumming, and that he'd gone in raw. He shot his load deep inside me, held himself there for a moment, then pulled out. He grabbed some tissue, wiped himself off, told me to get dressed and leave. He gave me the money for the service call, a little extra thrown in for the "extra service", and I left.

I thought about reporting it as it was most definitely rape but I came to terms with it. I told the 70 year old guy that I wasn't going back to the mid60s guy's house. He asked why, I said I had my reasons, and that was that.

About a month and a half later the 70 year old called me and said he had messed something up on his machine, asked if I could come over. I went over later that night, fixed his machine, and we sat bullshitting. I went to go to the bathroom and he said he was going to pop a movie in. I went in, did my business, then came back out.

The 70 year old was sitting on the couch, naked, stroking himself. On the TV was me, getting pounded from behind by his mid60s friend. The 70 year old said that he wanted the same service as his friend. I was pissed and yelled and screamed and let out a barrage of language about how the mid60s guy had recorded that. The 70 year old told me that they'd planned it for months and that if I didn't do what they said they'd make sure the video got around, ruining my life. He also made note of the extra cash I had taken and said they'd turn me in for prostitution.

I plopped down on the couch and asked what he wanted. He said all I had to do was whatever they said until they were bored.

I agreed.

The 70 year old wanted to replay what was going on in the video so I sucked his cock for a bit before getting on my hands and knees on his floor. He fucked my ass from behind as he made me watch the video. He came in my ass and told me that he'd call.

For the next year and a half I sucked and fucked him, his mid60s friend, and quite a few of their friends. They passed me around and turned me out to anyone they felt like, always recording it all and always raw. They were having a BBQ? I was in the back bedroom, on a mattress, ready to be used by anyone that was there at any time and they did so. They'd have parties where I would spend the time moving from one to the next sucking their cocks. They'd take turns, gang up on me, everything. They used and abused me how they saw fit.

I hated it for the longest time. I hated that they had power over me, that they raped me repeatedly, that they were able to use me whenever they wanted. Eventually I grew to anticipate it, then to look forward to it, to finally enjoying it completely. They had turned me into a male cockslut that enjoys old man cock.

To this day, even though they're almost all dead now and I've moved far away, I jerk off about it all and will gladly bend over for any old cock that asks. They may have started with an unwilling participant but ended up turning me into someone that begs for old cock.

I couldn't be happier.

I’ve got a hot cousin and I didn’t know it till our grandma died.

My family wasn't close with the other relatives. They lived 12 hours away, across a lot of states. Snow dumped on us every year, much like how my mom’s siblings used to dump on her as kids, and they were basking in the sun complaining of freezing fingers when it’s sweatshirt weather, you know? We visited my grandparents' at Christmas every year and if the schedules coincided, I’d see a few relatives. I don’t know most of their names. I’ve got 30 cousins including wives and second cousins (that’s the kid of a cousin, right?).

So after my grandma was done fighting cancer, we had a funeral. It was really sad and I don’t mean to cheapen the sentiment with literotica, but this was the first time I saw many of my cousins and learned a lot of names that I’ve forgotten since. But not Arya’s.

Arya is not her real name. I’m a Game of Thrones fan and GoT has a bit of incest and Arya’s my favorite character and so why not call my hot cousin Arya? It’s kind of close to her actual name. I’ll be changing everyone’s names to whatever, but Arya gets a special explanation for hers. She deserves it.

I drove the 3 hours from college to my parent’s then another 5 to my grandparents’ town. I was a mess. It hadn’t hit emotionally, but I was low energy in the midst of studying for finals next week and this was the first funeral I’d been to since I was 8 and went in my spiderman pajamas. Basically I didn’t have funeral clothes.

When we showed up, I was in a dark shirt and jeans, looking somber, till a relative I didn’t know, this fat bustling aunt in a floral print shirt, came up to hug my mom then my dad then me. She knew me! “Oh, James,” she said as she smothered me. “You’re so big now.” She was warm and friendly so I put on a big smile as I said, “Hi…”

Luckily my mom saved me and said, “I’m going to talk to your Aunt Sarah. Will you go put our coats down?”

My relatives are country folk living in the South. They’ve all got that accent. I’m more of a city guy. And I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe superior in my arrogance, around these bumpkins. And I’m generally shy.

So I sat in the fold out metal chairs with my parents’ coats and just kind of looked around, uncomfortable, and checked my phone. My college girlfriend had recently decided we were better friends than anything else. Which was fine and all, but well, I didn’t want to text her about this. It’d probably guilt her into some comfort sexting, but I wasn’t feeling so bold at the time. Now years later, well, different story. I think I just opened Angry Birds and played a few games while sitting in front of the closed casket. It was adorned with a wreath and there was a corkboard of photos of her at all ages, though most were her as Grandma. And a group of people I didn’t recognize examined the photos, blocking my view. They were dressed appropriately in dark suits or dresses.

The group came over and asked who I was and asked if I was so-and-so’s kid and I was and I asked who they were and who their parents were and all that. It was three girls and two guys. One of the girls and both guys were my cousins, and you could see the family resemblance, round-face, curly hair, pudgy, and the other girls were their dates. I didn’t know anyone brought dates to a wake. But I felt okay again having checked out the ladies’ asses, though one had been my cousin’s.

We talked for a little bit about the last time I saw them. A Christmas when we were kids, though one swore it was Thanksgiving but I told him, “No, no, we always have Thanksgiving at home.”

That kind of turned them off.

We were the family that never visited. All of them lived near my grandparents, and when my grandma got sick, all pitched in. All my family did was offer to pay bills till it got to the end then Mom came for a visit.

Anyway, they walked away to talk to other cousins.

I was in my early 20s and so were those cousins, but we had older ones. And this man in his 30s with curly hair and a little extra fat especially on his cheeks entered with this stunning blonde, I assumed he was my cousin.

Oh no.

They came up the corkboard, attached one of their photos, and I introduced myself and asked him who he was related to.

He was this bumbling guy. “Well, her. Ha, ha. I mean, we’re in a relationship—married, so I guess her.”

The stunning woman in this tight black dress that was strapless and squeezed her breasts so the pendant of her silver necklace rested in her sun-kissed cleavage complete with tanlines from a bikini laughed and said, “I’m Dana’s daughter. Arya.”

Dana was the oldest of my mom’s siblings and had gotten pregnant in high school, or maybe right after.

“Who are you?” she asked.

I told her and she said, “Oh! Remember when I was testing my make-up on you? Why is that so fun to do to little boys tied up? God, I must’ve been in high school then and you were maybe in Kindergarten?”

“I think I’m repressing that memory,” I told her.

“Aw, was it that traumatizing? You were crying…”

“You know kids. Always crying till someone kisses it better.”

“I tried that!” She didn’t have an accent. That awful Southern rural accent. Sorry, but you’re talking like Huck Finn, it’s hard to sound educated. It drives me nuts. But she had shed hers.

“You’d think I’d remember that.” I was smiling a lot. You know when you meet someone and it just clicks and you want it to click because hey, they’re hot? That’s how it was and because I had no relationship with her prior, ogling her, flirting a little, smiling like an idiot didn’t feel wrong. But doing all of that at a wake for our grandma did. “It’s too bad about Grandma,” I said.

She hugged me. I hugged back. Then her husband joined in and it got uncomfortable.

My parents came round and said, “Sorry about his clothes. He’s fresh from college—second year half way done! And he grew out of all his dress clothes.”

Arya volunteered to take me. “I don’t know where I’m going or anything, but I’ll get him looking spiffy. We can catch up.”

When we got in her car, a used Lincoln, probably fancy a decade ago but now all it boasted was a large backseat and seat warmers, she let her hair down from its tie. “Oh god thank you for coming under dressed. We’re just going to cruise for a bit because I can’t be in there mingling with Tom, Dick, Harry, whatever their names are. Right after high school, I got a scholarship to Florida and never wanted to go back. All those hick accents!”

“Yeah!” I said. “Like Huckleberry Finn!”

“Sure…”

“You know, Tom Sawyer. Deep Missouri Valley country hick accent. Sorry, I’m an English major.”

“And you’re smart! You are the blessing of this trip. I don’t really read so no clue what you’re talking about but keep talking. It’s helping me unclench for the first time since hearing I’d have to come.”

So we talked in the car about how awful the family was, the cousins, aunts, uncles, their divorces. She knew a lot of scandals I hadn’t heard like one of our uncles was in prison for a sexual offense, but even she didn’t know what. He wasn’t here today. Another was a junkie, in and out of rehab. Then we got to grandma and grandpa and both agreed they were the only good parts of the family.

“Other than us, of course,” I said.

“You’re definitely a blessing.”

“And blessed to be in this car.” I meant to imply with her more strongly, but something snapped me out of the flirty attitude, and I added, “Away from them.”

She smiled at me and we got quiet for a bit and she turned on the radio as we drove through the small town. It was near Christmas. Decorations were up. There wasn’t any snow. I told her we got like two feet last week and still had classes. She asked where I went to college. I told her to visit any time she wanted. I found out she was a helicopter medical evac personnel. She didn’t fly the helicopter, but she was the nurse or paramedic in back treating whomever.

Finally we got to a shop that sold suits and dresses. One stop fancy shopping. I had my mom’s credit card, but I didn’t think she intended to get me a full-on suit. It’d be my first. But Arya told me we were just getting the off-the-rack stuff. It wouldn’t be too much.

So I tried on some things she picked out and I came out of the dressing room still doing up my belt because the pants were too wide at the waist and were just sliding down off and dragging on under the heels of the dress shoes. We looked at how deflated I looked in the mirror.

“Get those off and we’ll get you the next size down.” She rolled down the waist to see the tag and what size they were. “I’ll bring you the next ones.”

I went back in the dressing room and took them off. I was just in my boxers and undershirt when she came in. Just barged on in through the swinging doors. I tried being natural about it, like I wasn’t uncomfortable or having dirty thoughts, but then she whipped out the measuring tape. “Put these on.” I did and she started measuring my seams. The outer one first. She told me to stop fidgeting as she was on her knees touching my thigh. Then the inner seem. “I used to work in one of these suit shops during college. The way we measured our special customers was to do the right in-seam, then cup *it* and move it over and measure the other side.” She laughed at the joke (I think she was kidding) and I thought about our dead grandmother so I wouldn’t twitch beneath the pants.

Then she helped me on the shirt and I buttoned all but the top two. She looked at it and buttoned them both, then unbuttoned the top. It was a little too big so she told me to get it off and before it was off, she starts pressing up against me trying to get at the tag in the collar to see the neck size. I think it was like 17 ¾.

She came back with a smaller shirt for me and a few dresses for her. They were a little more modest than the little black dress she had squeezed into. “I’m almost as unprepared for funerals as you. I bought this for a dinner party and a self-esteem boost. Sometimes you pay extra for that.”

I was shirtless and she was looking at herself in the mirror, checking herself out, and I was thinking she shouldn’t need to pay for it looking like she does.

Curvy and sun-kissed and blonde and tall and just perfect. The kind of girl you get a crush on even if you’ve just met her and found out she’s your cousin.

And I felt her back against me. “Oh sorry,” she said. Right against my crotch. With that perfect ass.

I couldn’t help it! I might have rubbed up against her a little with my erection.

“Is that what I think it is?” she said, laughing nervously but not moving away.

“Sorry.” I also stayed there.

“No, thank you for the compliment. Okay, I’m going to try these on now.”

I stayed, confused, horny, hopeful.

“Wait out there? I’ll be real quick.”

Damn. So I sat in the chair outside, hoping it’d subside, when she came out and we paid for everything and got in her car and left.

I was feeling pretty embarrassed that I’d “made a move.” Yeah that was the best move I had. Pressing against her like it was an accident, but both of us probably knowing it wasn’t. She knew. She kicked me out as she changed. She didn’t even try them on for me or any other little hints. The drive back was quiet. Awkward.

And when the funeral home was in sight, we pulled off onto a dirt road. This was a farming town with a lot of forests and field entrances and just places that a high schooler might go with his girl to makeout. She pulled into the dead end where we were covered in shade, just past a bend so we could hear trucks drive past on the main road, but not see them.

“Okay, we better do this before getting there,” she said.

My hope was restored.

Then she added, “Get changed.”

Hope tarnished.

“50 people talking about the dead, suddenly sad, rushing to the bathrooms. There’s no way we could change there. And wouldn’t want to do it in the parking lot where someone would see.”

“Sure, a relative seeing would be awkward,” I said.

“Yeah?” she said laughing.

“Yeah…”

“Then let’s make it awkward.”

I don’t know what she was thinking or what she imagined would come of it or what I should’ve done, but she stripped off that top awful fast. Let those breasts loose. No bra. A black thong. And I stared and she stared back and I started getting my shirt off and pants and I reached for my new clothes but she pulled something from her bag. New boxer-briefs. Real tight ones. She just threw them at me. Once I was naked she looked at me, erect, then stared me in the eyes. She was still naked except for that thong. I don’t want to forget the shape of her breasts, the size, how the tan-lines colored them, how they jiggled, her ass, the birthmark or any of that, but that was years ago. Details fade, get edited. I think her tits are bigger in my head now.

But her devilish smile. I can’t forget that.

Finally, she said, “Let’s get those clothes on. They’ll be calling soon, wondering if we ditched.”

And it was over. She dressed. I got a little peek at that booty, but not much, and when we went in for the wake, her dressed more modestly, my erection hidden till we got to the service and it died down. My mom and her siblings and my grandfather gave their eulogies and I cried and we buried grandma. Then we all went to lunch at some diner where even the table was greasy.

I wanted to sit by my cousin, but I had to sit by my parents and they wanted to sit by some fat aunt that kept asking about my future and so on.

I didn’t get to talk to my cousin till it was time to leave. “I’m serious about coming to visit. Any time you want. It’s beautiful in the fall. All the leaves changing.”

“Sure, sure,” she said.

“Or the spring is good. Tons of flowers. Ever heard of Dutch pantaloons? It might be a local name, but they make the campus smell so much better. Hides the BO and stale weed stench.”

“I’ll think about it.” God, she had to have smelled my desperation for more, but she wasn’t obliging. Fine, I can take a hint. A woman says no, you just have to let go, right?

“Have a safe trip,” I said and waved like I was leaving.

But she pulled me in for a hug, saying “You too,” then when I was pressed up against that perfect tanned body, she heaved her hot breath into my ear and said, “Think about me some time…”

Oh I have… a lot.

What's you take on gum jobs? I mercifully had my teeth pulled in my 30s after constant misery and struggle with them. Several family members had the same problem as well and it was not a matter of hygiene 

I already loved giving blow jobs and very much looked forward to trying out my newly customized cock socket.

I feared that if I revealed my specialized gob old hookup that guys would be turned off. So on craigslist and dating sites I said that my mouth "was made for cock".

Now, I can't estimate precisely how many dicks I sucked since then but it's in the 100s. I enjoyed 8 dicks last month alone and it wasn't a record month.

Out of all of the men that I dedicated myself to none decided to retreat because of it but rather they were impressed and satisfied by my abilities and the talent earned from to my absolute love of pleasuring men. My acquired taste and love for their warm reward also motivated me to up my game.

I've had many guys comment on the service I provided giving me compliments while lauding the scrape free environment I provided them for their most precious appendage.

The fact is, once within my pleasure chamber there was no way they would deny themselves the ecstacy of my well thought out and well practiced technique. 

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As most of you know we put a site upgrade live last week. Granted there were some bugs and things did not go totally smoothly. (some of your posts made that very clear)

the issues relating to:
currently being viewed
gallery/media/favs hits
ignore members
movie uploads

have been fixed. if you have any issues with the site please make a post in this thread with enough examples so we can recreate the issue and get it fixed ASAP.

i appreciate your patients and we're here ready to fix whatever you bring to us.
someone mentioned something about this site having the worst "customer service" ever. that actually made me laugh... we are three guys trying to make the internet a better place. i'm sorry if there were issues with the site- lets just get them fixed so we can go back to enjoying the real reason we are here.

DEWEZ

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she�s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I�m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You�ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn�t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn�t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn�t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn�t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others� bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying �Why? Why? Why are you doing this?� He didn�t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying �Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?�
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. �There IS NO INVESTIGATION.� I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. �I�m no loss prevention officer and that wasn�t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!� It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn�t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don�t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn�t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the �detective� asked if I shaved �down there?� Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn�t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video �to make sure she wasn�t concealing anything.� While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped� while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I�d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to �clean him off.� He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I�d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I�d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the �good parts� and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he�d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word �I concur� and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn�t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my �new girlfriend�s butthole.� I wanted him to stop. I just couldn�t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her� he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he�d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn�t want to do it too soon because I didn�t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn�t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his �favorite part� on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I�m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn�t believe us. He told us that he didn�t believe us and that he didn�t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn�t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don�t know why, but I didn�t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn�t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn�t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents� car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl�s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren�t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that�s why I didn�t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn�t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I�m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn�t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they�d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

Welcome to Best Buy. We are doing our annual customer service day! How may I improve your shopping experience today?

I was a server/waiter this evening.

I went up to the head chef. "They went on and on about the new burrata and bruschetta appetizer.... [more and more compliments about the food] Thanks again for making me look good."

:) Sometimes these customers treat me as if i cooked it myself! :)

My last table, a couple, was evidently really enjoying the meal and the service.

They called me over "Just get us the check when you get a chance.... So that you can get out of here."

:) They were concerned. They thought that were taking too long and not letting me go home. :)

I responded "Listen while you're out here i'm in there chatting with young beautiful women."

They laughed.

I smiled "This is not a hard gig."

I confess that my life is not very difficult. I work but it's not stressful work. When work is done then it's done. I never go home worried about anything. And work is often fun!! :)

So i will soon donate a little bit more to the homeless shelter. I do online donations. A small bit for those who are very unfortunate.

It might be good for me to seek out a local shelter up here in the suburbs. Go volunteer and do something valuable for people when i have down time.

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The government wants your Internet service provider to keep better track of you
This week they called for ISPs to keep records for an as yet unspecified amount of time.
Thursday, January 27, 2011

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The government wants your Internet service provider to keep better track of you
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Does your Internet service provider keep track of where you've been online and how long you spent there? They might. Or they might not. There are no laws requiring ISPs to keep records of their customers. The Department of Justice says there should be. This week they called for ISPs to keep records for an as yet unspecified amount of time.

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It's a pretty complicated issue and one that is sure to get a lot of examination in coming months. Justice wants to be able to comb through records that associate people with crimes. So if a child pornography website is seized and there are IP addresses that have visited it many times, an ISP can associate those addresses with people and a criminal can be caught.
a professor at the University of San Francisco Law School. She says the Department of Justice must address the concerns of privacy and of the industry. All the while, Justice must avoid being too specific about what they actually want to do because they don't want criminals to know exactly where the fences are.
Unless people are willing to stand up and fight against this type of bullshit, anything you do, can and will be held against you. The days of being free on the internet is almost over and you can thank that fuckhead in the whitehouse and his bitches.

My account got all fudged up thanks to Yahoo.
Fortunately 'Dewez' from Motherless staff was extremely helpful in getting my account changed to a new email and password.

He was excellent and provided some of the best customer service I've seen before, especially for a godless, moral-free porn website lol

Gas station girls are such sluts. I live a couple blocks from a gas station, and I've had three girls working there try to get with me. This fat pig is one of them and I ended up fucking her many times. She had a boyfriend at the time but that didn't stop her from spreading her legs for me when he wasn't around. I later found out that I wasn't the only customer she was giving good customer service to. What a fucking slut. Anyone else every bang their local gas station girl

This Bank Teller is always happy to see me and receive my large deposits. She is always Employee of the Month and her customer service is amazing!

I've got some things i need to get off my chest.

First of all, i'm a worthless stoner. Kinda fucked in the head from a wrought past, so i smoke to help deal with my anxiety problems. You people have NO idea how bad it gets sometimes. My shitty past pretty much has me mind-fucked into being one of two ways. Usually i'm just paranoid and super anxious, i feel like worthless trash and want to blow my brains out to pay for it. And my other half is a super pervy, completely bonkers sub who's got dick on the mind and drools at the thought, my own constantly old-ing everywhere. And i mean big, warm slugs of old. Smoking ultimately prevents me from being the former, and it's a huge releif.

The only downside to smoking is that it flips my horny switch on and completely over-exaggerates the latter. Two or three good bong rips and i cant think straight AND i get a raging boner. If i smoke too much more i'll literally have a leg shaking, mind bending, unable to walk orgasm. The kind where you squirt so hard you feel it "tugging" in your feet and your vision gets all fade-ey. And i can shoot some insane wads as a result. I've been able to pass it off as simply being stoned. Thank god i've never had anyone notice the nutt running down my leg, i'd probably die of embarrassment. It's particularly bad when hanging out with friends and folk, when getting up to clean myself up in a restroom simply isn't a possibility.

What makes my crazy situation bad is that i dont buy my own stuff. I mooch off of my half brother. He doesn't really mind, i'm kind of his smokin and chillin buddy. But with my switch being on and all, i'm super sensitive to even the slightest things i even found myself eyeing up a passed out marty at the end of back to the future, DAT FUCKING ASS. He's a particularly musky individual, and he's even got a rare "Reverse" glandluar problem, so he's skinny and is perpetually toned, despite eating like a fat man. He's hot. I wouldn't dare tarnish our mutual friendship by committing the unthinkable though, he is my step brother after all. But if he came onto me, i'd be aweful tempted. It's gross, but sadly it's the truth.

Which leads me to my next bit. I want a dealer to be my lover. Preferably a tall, strong, white male, even a little thuggin. One that's smart and can actually avoid the po-po to the very end. And if at all possible, i want him to be huuuung. Like, ten inches or more hung. I'm a total sub too, so being treated like a possession would be awesome too. Yes, i want to be his bitch, completely and entirely.

Like, i want him to make me go down on him while dealing to his customers. On my knees, face buried into his crotch, eyes rolling into the back of my head, tongue ticking his balls. And if it so peaked his interest, i want to go down on his customers for his enjoyment. I want to be his little slut, being obeying him like i'm property, all the while us being genuinely in love with one another.

Oh god, a dealer who'll love me proper AND bend me over to his will would be perfect. And i mean like ass in the air, face down in a pillow, hardcore fucking and ass smacking bending me over. Wherever and whenever too, whether he's got his arms wrapped around me from behind and his hips planted firmly into my rear or him motioning me to come set in his lap.

Still, what could be worse than wanting to be some dealer's bitch? I want to offer my services in exchange for pot. I dont mean like whoring myself out, desperate for a fix either. I mean like it's what i do because i enjoy it, and my preferred choice of payment is a nice chunk of bud. So not only am i getting pent up people laid, i'm getting something i want for doing stuff i like doing. I'm getting what i want by getting others off by doing what gets me off. It sickens me to even think about it, but at the same time my other half is screaming YES YES OH MY GOD YES about it. I guess at heart i'm just a no good slut.

My mind is a tad more at ease now, feels good bro. I'll never forgive myself for being the disgusting slut i am, but at least i can learn to enjoy it, and in turn blab about it in total anonymity. Muchos gracias motherless, you dont judge me for the sick faggot i am.