If you could smoke it, snort it, or inject it, Becky could get it for you. I, and the others, have often helped Sid. Another man stood with his prick in her mouth and just moaned softly as she was driven up and down on his prick by the force of her ass-fucking. So he is still one of us. He had a stable of young addicts– male and female– that he would pimp out to anyone.” He paused and then said, “I didn’t know he was into pain.”
“Maybe he’s not,” I said as the camera again moved. And I know that I can call on you or Alberto to keep me away from the edge.” His face lost all expression as he said, “It’s a damn long way down once you go over that edge.”
I stood up and Sid walked with me to the door. Beneath that, in Sid’s rather shaky writing, it said, “Sarge, tell the boys I decided to accept this invitation instead.”
A man in a paper jumpsuit and rubber gloves was taking pictures
