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Elana writes:
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I\'ll let you know. First send me the picture by email and I will tell you
what I think.
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Malcolm, the reigning monarch of love-scent
pornography, once again ensnares a helpless, unsuspecting victim. It\'s sweaty, hulking figure shakes and quivers
in anticipation of adding yet another pipino to it\'s ever growing collection. Pictures of pipinos, both limp and
erect, now cascade out of the smoke filled computer room and down the hallway walls. Ashes from it\'s Swisher
Sweet cigarello fall indescriminantly onto it\'s bulbous pot belly that jiggles with glee as it types it\'s
evil, duplicitous requests out to the hapless, foolish, desperate fools.
Every now and then, a muffled sob
eminates from the heating registers. Malcolm\'s thick, cracked lips curl in an malicious grin as it thinks about
Steve chained in the baby pool and what pleasures/horrors that lie ahead for him tonight. It shifts it\'s
bloated, corpulent body away from the computer terminal. The computers monitors dull glow illuminates a long, pink
translucent object. Malcolm\'s hand grasps the 30\" double dong that it affectionately calls \"The Mule\", and
it slowly, awkwardly heads towards the stairs leading to the basement and the baby pool. The stairs creak under
Malcolms mass, and Steve lets out a muted scream from behind the mask and ball as he hears the sound knowing that
Malcolm has once again come to call.
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