I don't recall ever writing about a sucker named Satan's Place. Well Satan is not only a bong sucking money pig of mine but he also has a flirt account. Imagine that. I wasn't really in the mood to be doing niteflirt for quite some time so I decided to bump all of my listings to $4.99/min. Fuck, if you numb nuts want to disturb me with your fetishes and fantasies, then you are going to got dammit pay me. Other wise, fuck you. So here comes Satan's Place. He emails me and tells me of his fetish for beautiful and powerful black women such as myself and how he fantasizes about being forced to smoke crack, manipulate and hypnotize him into believing that the crack is all that he needs and eventually pushed to do even stronger drugs like sniffing and/or shooting heroin. He also has a nice little cigarette fetish where he likes to be treated like a human ashtray. Oh I fucked Satan up real good. I mind fucked him into thinking me and his bong were the only real friends he needed because no one could ever make him feel as safe and secure as we did. For every hit he wanted, I instructed him on how much to cut, and long to hold in the smoke and how much he was going to tribute me for helping him get lifted. Between talking to me for $4.99/min and tributing me $100 between puffs I snatched a nice amount of $1,684.67 from Satan. What did Satan get from the deal?  First off he had the honor of speaking to a devious diva and got a "hellified" high. LOL! Not to mention the lovely nicotine and tobacco I let him eat from his burnt Newport 100s. Yeah, Satan, you're going to need that fucking flirt account if you intend to continue on this hot ass road to a hellish and addictive high. Care to be my next victim? You know what to do bitch. Press that call button and send a tribute.