It wasn't easy, tracking him down. Long John Call. Delta blues guitar, the greatest of them all. "Is it true, the pact with Satan? You sold your soul to play?" "Oh hell no. I already chopped better than anybody. I traded for this." He stood his old bones up, opening his robe. She gasped at the swelling, stiffening, monstrously perfect cock waving at her. "That's right, sugar. Pure glory.
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