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     Who's the dame? Oh, that's my secretary, Thelma. I met her brown about a year ago in a lounge on the East Side, on the trail join of some dip who'd stolen a wallet from Baker, the landlord of the brown building containing my office. He dangled a year's free rent brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls in front of brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls me if I should find this guy and get brown back his wallet, though he never said join what might be in it that was damned important. Using my contacts, I followed him down to brown a little dive where join he supposedly did business with a brown fence named "Dr brown. Mesmer," the featured brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls nightly entertainment
     Inside the small room, a fairly brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls large man sat with his back to brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls me, making some final adjustments to his stage makeup in a lighted mirror brown. When he turned brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls around suddenly, I was brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls startled by his appearance brownhairgirls. He was dressed all hair in black from head to brown toe, even to wearing a black shirt under his tuxedo coat. His face was brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls totally white hair; not pale, but painted white like a mime. His hair was so black and shiny against the white of his face it looked like brownhairgirls someone had taken obsidian and spun it onto his head.
     "Ahhhh...good evening Detective...?"
     His brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls mouth tightened in a brown slight grin, but the tightening of his brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls grip brown on my hand hair showed he was join not amused. "Its something I've been wearing since before you were born, Mr. Pain."
     "And would join one of these items happen to include a wallet stolen from the brown person of one brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls Artie Baker on join April 2nd of this year."
     "But, while she doesn join't lose brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls her soul, she also doesn't quite brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls break brownhairgirls free of our agreement. You see, there was one special clause that Thelma failed to read, way back in the back of the contract brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls. 'Should the join party of brown the first part, in this case Thelma, decided to leave the service of the party of the brown second part, that would be me, then brown the party of the second part brown reserves the right to assign a 'control supervisor' to assure that she would be cared for in whatever way girls he or she saw fit brown.' In other words, my boy...I brownhairgirls'm giving Thelma to you."
     Words tumbled from my mouth in no order, but something brownhairgirls in what I hair said apparently interested Lucifer greatly brown. He wrote it down, and brown asked me twice if I brown was sure that was what I wanted. I nodded, bobbing my head furiously. "Yes, yes, ANYTHING, just let me cum."
     "So be it." And with that brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls, my brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls balls released and I flooded Thelma's mouth with my cum.
     This is where you came in....
     When Thelma looked up at me and brown said "the best private dick in the world," it stuck in brownhairgirls my mind, and I thought, that's what I want to be...that's what I want from the devil.
     "Keep it up, baby, just a little more brown...I'm soooo close...."
     If it's any consolation, it was the best cum of my life.
     Am I imagining things, or brown is that the brownhairgirls Devil smiling up at me?