"It was registered to my boyfriend. My name's not associated with the car in any way. It's not in the best of shape, so he left it as well as me. Let ...the authorities track him down." If they can't track him down," I replied, "either the state or the towing company will sell it at auction. Either way, I guess you're clear of it. Didn't you leave personal belongings in it?" Yeah, but none of the stuff I left is traceable to me." I told the desk clerk when I phoned him about getting the crib for. Even a master of magic wouldn't last long against the forces of evil... the forces of the IRS that is, he amended to himself. Mustn't use the words evil and IRS together. They had eyes and ears everywhere, or so he was told. That must be rather painful, he pondered, with a chuckle.Still, there were always some advantages, which those of a magical persuasion, had over ordinary mortals. His shop was never in one place long enough for the state tax collectors to get hold of him, but the feds were. ..four of a kind!!!" "Fuck no" said Tom "Fuck yes" said Bill"W-WW-WAIT" said Johnny "This was all my fault...do me...leave him out of it" he pleaded. "No way...one in all in" said Max and with that the old men took one boy each and forced them to their knees. "Suck on that you little sluts" ordered Max as he and Bill flipped out their big, thick cocks. Both the boys staired stunned at the cocks in front of them. The old men decided that was enough staring and grabbed the boys heads and rammed. Her heels were high, and some seamed hose rose from her feet and disappeared up the dress which sat just below the knee.We walked silently down the hall and turned in to a room. She held the door open and I walked in to a dark room. As the lights flicked on I could see the walls adorned with every type of fetish item imaginable. Whips, restraints, gags, all sorts of equipment. “This is a punishment room, you will want to spend the least time possible in here. We have a few, some minor changes.