Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.
In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was to write a post that started from a comment on your blog. In response to a recent Sinful Sunday post No Pants Endurancecommented; “The way the photo is set gives me the illusion of the fifty foot woman”. And so here is the attack of the Fifty Foot Women.
“Hello I am Hank,” he had to almost shout over the noise of the club
“My name is Glenda,” she reached out to shake his hand.
“Can I get you a drink?” Inside he kicked himself for sounding so lame but really he didn’t know what else to say. Plus, he felt weird standing there in front of the lounge where she sat with her friends.
Glenda leaned towards the woman sitting next to her. They whispered for a moment before she turned to face him.
“As long as you get one for my friend Wanda,” The two women looked at him with a glitter in their eye that made Hank nervous. Despite his trepidation he shook off the feeling and made his way to the bar.
An hour later the shot glasses were piled all around. A warm feeling filled Hank as he sat wedged between Glenda and Wanda with their other friends Amelia, Maya and Jenna all laughing at everything Hank said. He didn’t know what had happened. Normally women shunned him, laughing at his height, his haircut, pretty much everything about him. This was so out of the ordinary that Hank kept waiting to wake up from the dream.
“Let’s go somewhere a bit more intimate,” Glenda gathered her purse.
All the other women followed suit. As they stood up Hank felt his jaw drop. He felt as if he was a warthog surrounded by a herd of giraffes. These women were enormous. He knew when he stood up that he would barely reach their armpit, or rather their breasts. Glenda was an inch or two taller than the others. A mental image of standing in front of her with her crotch at his eye level filled his head. He stayed sitting on the couch, unsure of what to do next.
“Are you coming?” Glenda beckoned to him. Again, there was that strange glitter in her eye. For a second Hank considered running away but Maya reached out her hand,
“We won’t eat you,” she smiled gently.
Courage, or at least Dutch courage, filled Hank and he stood to his full height of five feet. As he suspected he came up to the armpit of Maya, the shortest one, and his eyeline was just above Glenda’s navel.
“You are so cute,” Jenna cooed. “I love little guys, they are so fun to play with,”
“Behave Jenna,” Glenda chided fondly. “We don’t want to scare our new friend,” She reached out to take Hank’s hand, “Don’t listen to her, she is just being weird.”
Hank nodded and trotted along beside her still feeling like a warthog amongst giraffes.
Twenty minutes later Hank found himself at the apartment that Glenda shared with Wanda. The girls obviously spent a lot of time here, they kicked off their shoes and dropped their purses on the counter. Glenda, Wanda, and Jenna disappeared into bedrooms while Maya and Amelia busied themselves making drinks and choosing music to play on the big screen. Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge area unsure of what to do or what to expect.
After a short while the three girls re-emerged wearing short silky nightwear. They smiled at Hank as they walked towards him. Glenda took his hand and led him towards the couch that dominated the room. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him on the lips. Hank melted into her embrace, fumbling around her breasts. Without a word she took one of his hands and slid it inside the top of her pyjamas. From behind him Hank felt another hand sliding into his pants to reach around and grip his cock. Jenna’s voice breathed in his ear,
“Well, hello there. I am so glad you have come to play with us.” Her perfume was intoxicating as she kissed the side of his neck. Hank watched mesmerised as Glenda and Jenna kissed before they turned their attentions to him. First one kissed him then the other. Jenna’s hand slid slowly up and down Hank’s shaft and Glenda massaged his hand over her breast encouraging him to pinch her firm nipples.
A third set of hands moved over his torso caressing his own nipples tweaking them gently.
“I think we need to relieve Hank of some of his clothes,” Wanda’s voice was soft in his other ear. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and he felt a cool rush of air over his naked skin. Glenda trailed kisses down the side of his neck as she helped Wanda remove his shirt. Wanda’s lips mirrored Glenda’s as each woman’s lips made their way to Hank’s nipples. Lips teased his nipples and teeth grazed over the sensitive buds as Hank’s hands were pushed against breasts before Wanda shoved his hand into her pyjama pants.
As Hank slid his fingers into Wanda’s slick wet pussy, he felt his pants being unzipped and his cock eased out of his underwear. Glenda took Hank’s other hand and shoved it against her pussy as she kissed Wanda above Hank. Wet lips slid down over his throbbing cock. Hank let out a strangled moan as his fingers dipped in and out of two pussies. Glenda moved so that she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was like a vision as it lowered towards his lips.
Obediently reached his tongue upwards and stroked her pussy. She tasted amazing, clean, and salty. Like a man who has been starving he gulped at her as she ground down on his tongue. Wet lips moved up and down his cock and he was aware of women pressing their bodies against him. It felt as if he were covered in them, smothered by their scent, their breasts, their mouths, and their desire.
Somehow, he found himself on the thick rug covered by five giant women. His tiny body seemed to disappear into them. Each woman pleasured him in her own way. All of them partook of each other. Their height meant nothing. Lying down they all were the same height.
One thing Hank knew for certain. He would forever have a thing for tall women.
Last week for MMMMonday I wrote a story about a very naughty girl who had an excellent time with a group of friends on a boys weekend. The scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones so he was very happy when I put it into words. I am happy that I was around to record his response…
So many things about this situation are yummy.
Being connected enough to be able to enhance on his fantasy
Knowing he enjoyed reading my work
Watching his response
Sharing his response with you all
I hope wherever you are there is something in your day that makes you say MMM.
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Welcome to your second dose of TMI for the week. You can never have too much TMI Tuesday.
1. Agree or Disagree with “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.”
I have never really been a Mondayitis kind of person. Monday is a just another day to me.
Rainy days are great for lazing around which is something I don’t normally get to do. However if I am at school and it starts raining… There is something about kids and rain…
2. What do you like to do on a rainy day?
See the answer to number 1. Bum around and watch Rue Paul’s Drag Race.
3. What do you refuse to spend money on?
Uber Eats. Like really? Is it THAT hard to go pick up your own take away?
4. If money and practicality were not a problem, what would be the most interesting way for you to get around town?
As I type this I am on a bus going back to the marina from the supermarket. A tender for my yacht that is like an aqua duck would be handy these days.
5. What is the most frustrating product you own?
In my TMI post for last week (that I posted yesterday) I mentioned the need for a new can opener. I had a session with the current one that made me wonder at the intellect of the person who invented canned food but not the can opener.
Bonus: If you could hack into any one computer, which computer would you choose?
My employer’s pay office!! Maybe I could secure an income to fund an extension of my current leave.
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I started writing this post a week ago but it has taken me until now to get it posted because internet at sea is sometimes challenging.
1. Friends = _____
Fun, benefits, good times, someone you can lean on, people to drink with. Although not all friends are all of the above. The benefits definitely only apply to certain friends. Sadly not all friends with benefits become people who stay in your life for a long time.
2. I’m done with _____.
Small children. My own children are grown up and able to mostly care for themselves. Grandchildren don’t appear to be imminent and I have little tolerance for other people’s children. One of the things I say to Mr Jones frequently when we are out and there are small children behaving badly is
“I’m glad we don’t have little kids any more!”
3. I’m ready for _____.
Sitting here on extended leave dealing with views like this.
It is difficult to imagine going back to work. I have contemplated the question of if I am ready for retirement but the answer to that is probably not yet.
What I am ready for is a beer! And some oysters that I just harvested off the rocks on the beach!
4. The oldest _____ I have is _____.
The oldest sex toy I have is a vibrator whose name is Big Red. I don’t really use him any more as a vibrator. He has been superseded but for a while I was using him to penetrate a gentleman who liked big things in his arse.
5. Take some _____, mix it all together and you have _____.
Take some egg white, Limonchello, Vodka and some other cocktail magic, mix it all together and you have the best Lemon Mereingue cocktail ever.
Only if it is made by a very special friend who knows exactly who he is!
Bonus: Tonight I am looking forward to _____, and tomorrow I really want to _____ !
Tonight I am looking forward to having decent internet, and tomorrow I really want to go shopping and buy some fresh vegetables, a decent can opener and a strainer.
I haven’t been able to get to a supermarket in a fortnight. And I recently discovered that the can opener on the boat is a pile of poo, because I had run out of fresh fruit and veg and wanted to open a can!! And yes I know I am living the dream but there are issues with living on a yacht that result in a lack of access to supermarkets and general civilization.
It has been a while since I managed to get an entry in for MMMonday. Who would have thought that being on a cruising yacht travelling around would be so damn time consuming???
The idea for this scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. I hope I have done it justice.
Sun peeked over the horizon as Lucy stretched in bed. Beside her Megan stirred,
“Today is the day,” she mumbled sleepily.
Lucy squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Four days of denial had sharpened her pussy to even the slightest stimulation. Four days of watching other women be pleasured instead of her had seemed like an eternity.
“I think you are lucky being the last one,” Megan sat up in bed beside her. “Being first was fun and all but the guys were kind of restrained and awkward. You have had time to suss them out and they have had time to watch you and wonder.”
“I am worried that they will have fucked themselves silly by now,” Lucy slid out of the warmth of the blankets.
Megan laughed, “They are guys!” she scoffed. “Not only that they have been waiting all year for this. They are not going to let you down.”
Lucy pulled out THE outfit. And slid the tiny skirt over her hips. After three days of shorts and baggy t-shirts the coolness of air around her pussy was even more enticing.
“Fuck you look hot in that!” Megan commented as Lucy tied the front of her white t shirt over her bare breasts. “If they don’t fuck you stupid I will!” Lucy giggled and wiggled her bare arse cheeks at her friend as she left the cabin.
“Dayam Gurl!” Hector exclaimed as Lucy entered the galley. Lucy grinned and gave a small twirl. The tiny gathered skirt flared out displaying a freshly shaved pussy and a perfectly tanned arse. “Those boys are gonna eat you alive.” Hector minced around his domain putting together Lucy’s breakfast. For this trip the diet of Lucy and the other three girls had been designed for a purpose; to keep them glowing, energetic and, most importantly, tasting sweet. Lucy devoured her Danishes and sipped on the smoothie Hector prepared according to his secret recipe.
“Don’t be nervous gurl,” he soothed as he watched her chewing on a nail absently. “These aren’t frat boys. They will treat you real good.”
Lucy smiled gratefully. When she had signed up for this trip she had been a little dubious but her friend Megan had encouraged her. “It will be an adventure!” she had exclaimed. And it had been Four girls, four men, a very expensive motor cruiser in a totally secluded location. And Hector, the minder of the girls, preparer of meals and keeper of secrets. For these four men this trip was their annual hall pass. Four days of sunshine and access to young, beautiful women, no questions asked by wives or girlfriends, no tales told upon their return. The girls all had to sign documents ensuring their silence on anything that happened on board. In return they were guaranteed that they would not be forced to do anything against their will. Hector was vigilant in ensuring their health and safety.
Lucy drank the last of her smoothie and stood up from her stool. Hector smiled warmly,
“Remember, you have the right to veto anything, any time.” He looked very serious. “These boys know that they must behave like gentlemen or they will have to deal with me!”
Lucy smiled, the butterflies had really kicked in now.
“Go on, they are waiting for you,” Hector passed her a tray of breakfast foods and took up a second tray to follow her through the tiny hallway to the lounge area where the four men were sprawled around.
“Good morning gentlemen,” Lucy smiled sweetly at them all, but her eye went straight to Nathan. The men were in their early thirties. They were all successful in their professions, they all enjoyed their weekend sport. In short, they liked to work hard, and they liked to play hard.
Nathan had been the one that caught Lucy’s eye on the first day. Tall and dark and clean shaven. He was the quiet one of the group. When the other men were fussing around the girls he would sit back and watch. Sometimes he would partake but often he seemed happy to watch. When she had been sunbathing on the front deck she had sometimes seen him watching her.
As she leaned over the table to place her tray she felt a hand on her arse. Gentle and tentative. She turned and looked into the eye of Jason, the most active one of the group. When the girls gossiped about the men at night in their cabins they all agreed that Jason’s wife was frigid and this trip was Jason’s annual sex allocation.
“Good morning,” she smiled sweetly and straightened up to stand in front of him.
“I love this skirt,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He stopped at the hem of the skirt, “May I please see what is underneath?”
Lucy was surprised at the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he expected her to swat him away. She smiled sweetly and stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. His fingers trailed lightly upwards and stroked the smoothly shaven skin of her pussy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and moved slightly closer to his face. Lucy glanced around the room. Nathan was on the opposite side of the table, as ever, watching quietly. Their eyes met, he gave a slight nod. Lucy felt a surge of confidence.
Her gaze dropped to meet Malcolm, sitting next to Jason at the table. His eyes were hungry and a quick glance downwards revealed a large bulge in his boardshorts. He sat back with his arms spread, not hiding his desire. In the girls’ cabins the gossip was that he was the horse of the group.
“You will feel every inch of him,” Megan had told her. “So fucking amazing,”
Jason dipped his fingers inside Lucy’s slit, grazing her swollen clit. Despite being around sex and seeing and hearing sex every day the girls were not allowed to masturbate. For Lucy, this had been the hardest. She had to wait the longest for her “day” and the sounds of fucking and women being pleasured had been exquisite torture. Jason’s tentative stroking was almost enough to push her over the edge. She leaned forward and gripped the table for support as he dipped his fingers inside her.
“She is so wet,” Jason murmured, “She is almost gagging for it.”
He pressed his face against her cunt, using his tongue to stroke her swollen pussy before penetrating her. Lucy moaned in pleasure, opening her legs, inviting him to penetrate her deeper. As Jason responded, greedily devouring her pussy Lucy felt another pair of hands on her butt. She looked back and saw Brad, the fourth man standing beside her. His cock was standing out proudly before him. Despite the pleasure of being penetrated by Jason’s tongue Lucy wanted more. She needed to be filled.
She shuffled herself around so that Brad could stand behind her while Jason could still lick her. She felt his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she pushed back against him, hungry to be filled.
“Greedy girl,” Brad held her firmly with the tip of his cock against her entrance. He held her hips firmly as he controlled his entrance filling her slowly, inch by inch. Across the table Nathan watched her intently. Nothing about him gave away what he was thinking. As he started fucking her Lucy closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure of being fucked while Jason lapped greedily at her clit. Animal noises escaped from her throat as an orgasm shuddered through her.
Beside Jason Malcolm had removed his shorts and sat watching with his hand moving slowly over his cock. Lucy licked her lips and looked into his eyes. She was aroused even more by the desire she saw there. Without speaking she pulled away from Brad and stepped neatly around Jason to sit astride the beautiful cock. Megan was right, she felt every inch of him, and it was incredible. As she began to move her hips back and forth she heard Malcolm’s breathing coming hard and fast. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.
“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he panted.
Lucy moved faster. A crease formed in his brow. She sensed he was close to the edge. Her cunt craved his cum she wanted to power to make him cum. His hands gripped her hips and his breath came in short sharp grunts.
“Cum for me,” she grinned at him. “You know you want to!”
“Are you ready?” he panted.
Heat filled Lucy’s body. This was what she wanted. To hear them cum because of her. To know they wanted HER and couldn’t control themselves. Malcolm stiffened. His head fell back,
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned as he emptied himself into her. For a few moments she leaned against his heaving chest before she turned her gaze back to Brad.
“It’s your turn next,” she smiled slyly like a lioness in heat. “I hope you have a load ready for me,”
Brad grinned, “You know I do baby. But first Jason wants to clean you up.”
Obediently Lucy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Greedily Jason lapped at her pussy sucking Malcolm’s load from her. Lucy pushed his face against her cunt. She wanted to grind down on him but he shook her off and kneeled between her legs.
“Brad can wait,” he slipped out of his shorts. “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. Are you ready for another load?”
Lucy grinned eagerly, “As much as you can give me,”
Two loads later and Lucy lay back on the couch smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her morning had been everything she had hoped for. There was only one thing left.
Finally Nathan stirred he moved around the table and took her hand, “Now that the amateurs have had their fun let’s get down to some real business.” He led her away to his cabin. Lucy smiled to herself. Megan had been right. This definitely was an adventure.
It has been a while since I have had the time and brain space to work on the story of Carmen and her younger lover, Ryan. At the end of the last installment Carmen had enjoyed a “meeting” with a young attractive sales representative. Her work colleagues suspect she has “something going on” but so far have not been able to uncover her secret.
At the door of the medical centre Carmen steeled herself for the onslaught when she entered. She was disappointed. Jenny was busy with a patient and Carmen was able to slip past her. In her office she became engrossed in emails and phone messages. Just because it was Friday everyone thought that their issue HAD to be resolved before the end of the day. Time passed quickly before she was interrupted by Jenny,
“So what is the goss with the AmpliMed guy?”
Carmen continued typing her email and didn’t look up at Jenny. She hoped that this ruse would send Jenny back to her desk. It didn’t work, Jenny invited herself in and sat on the chair opposite Carmen’s desk.
“I am not going away,” Jenny leaned forward so that Carmen was unable to keep ignoring her. “Is that guy the one you have been banging?”
Carmen stopped typing and gave Jenny her full attention. Even taking into consideration Jenny’s ability to gossip this was a leap. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, it is pretty obvious you have been banging someone, and the way you went all doe eyed when he turned up seemed like it was likely to be him.”
Carmen took a moment to digest this information. It was an interesting conclusion. She allowed herself to wonder what the outcome would be if she let Jenny keep thinking this. It might be easier than explaining to her that she was “banging” one of her son’s friends.
“What makes you think I am BANGING, as you say, someone?” Carmen asked. She didn’t think she had been acting THAT differently.
“It is so freaking obvious,” Jenny grinned at her, “The distant smile, constantly checking your phone, and when he walked in you were like a bitch on heat.”
Carmen squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She felt as if Jenny had been reading her mind earlier. She HAD been like a bitch on heat. Or more accurately like a cougar on the prowl. Something in her HAD changed since her encounters with Ryan. It was like a switch had been flicked in her body and she saw every meeting with an attractive man as an opportunity to fuck like an animal. He mind wandered back to a memory of being wrapped around Ryan while his cock was buried deep inside her. Warmth flooded through her belly. Under her desk she pressed her thighs together. If she didn’t see him soon she didn’t know how she would be able to cope.
“So?” Jenny’s persistence was amazing. Carmen wavered. It would be good to confide in someone. Are you freaking serious! Sensible Carmen jolted her back into reality. Carmen was reminded that Jenny was not a person to trust as a confidante. Anything she told Jenny would be common knowledge among all the other receptionists within a day.
Carmen smiled, she hoped in a way that didn’t make Jenny think anything too outrageous. “A lady never kisses and tells.” She turned back to her computer screen, “Now don’t make me push you out of my office.”
Jenny lingered a little while longer, but Carmen refused to acknowledge her presence. Carmen knew that there would be gossip, Jenny would not be able to help herself, but she hoped that it would be vague enough that it wouldn’t get her into serious trouble. Besides what if she WAS banging the AmpliMed Rep? She was single, as far as she knew so was he, they were adults. As long as she didn’t start ordering stupid amounts of stuff from him there was no problem.
A message flashed onto the screen of Carmen’s phone. Her heart skipped hoping it would be Ryan, she was a little disappointed.
Looking forward to tonight. Her friend Liz sent.
Carmen smiled. Liz would be the person to confide in. She would listen and reassure her. A much better choice of confidante than Jenny. Carmen felt herself relax and refocus on her work. Thoughts of Ryan and Corey were pushed to the back of her mind as Carmen dived into the tasks she needed to finish before closing her office for the weekend.
Question 4: What do you think about when you masturbate?
This is an interesting question. I don’t masturbate a lot. I grew up in a repressed Catholic environment. Sex was not discussed. Touching yourself was strongly discouraged. Anything to do with exploring your body was strongly discouraged. As an adult I have gotten past a lot of hurdles related to this up bringing but masturbating is not one of them.
I guess part of my aversion to it has been re-enforced by the pop culture stereotype of men masturbating because they could not have real sex. Somewhere in the twisted canals of my brain the idea that masturbating is the desperate furtive act of a person denied their sexual needs took root. My Catholic upbringing also attempted to entrench in me that women should not enjoy sex. This idea did not take root thankfully but I was very cautious about displaying my rejection of it. Because there is this idea in the world of popular culture that women shouldn’t appear to like sex but a good wife will provide it. So her man doesn’t have to masturbate???
OK so I had some twisted ideas that stayed with me until I was well into my thirties. I don’t even want to discuss the “blue pill” thinking that dominated my early marriage. I am past a lot of that now but I still don’t masturbate a lot. Privacy is a problem in our house. I have two adult children who don’t always understand the concept of privacy. Along with two elderly parents who also just trot on into our part of the house when it suits them. Getting time to myself when I know I won’t be interrupted to relax and do something like masturbating it is very infrequent.
As I get older and read more blogs, I am becoming more relaxed about it. But the time when I am most likely to masturbate is when I can’t sleep. This process is just a way to get my body to relax. I love the afterglow feeling which I also get with sex. The difference with sex is often I don’t get to lie quietly and enjoy it until I go to sleep. There is other people and other things happening.
What do I think about when I do masturbate? I don’t have a go to scenario or story. Sometimes I think about activities that I would like to try. Double penetration for example. I fantasise about being taken from behind while I am riding Mr Jones. Other times my fantasies are about domination. Or about being in control of my partner and making him fulfil my every wish with no guilt about not pleasing him. I have not taken a man’s arse for a long time but it does entice me. I love the thought of holding a beautiful arse in my palms as I penetrate him. I have the power. There are others but often they are fragmented and fleeting. They don’t stay in my mind long enough to take root.
Sometimes I think about a recent encounter with a lover. Images of their face or the sound of their pleasure trigger a response in me. I remember the feeling of their hands on me or their face pressed between my thighs. Replaying favourite moments of time together is enticing and can give me deep pleasure.
And with that I think I may need some alone time.
If you want to read answers to other questions you can use the links at my Thirty Dirty Questions page to find related posts.
The questions this week come from a TV show called “The Match Game”. I don’t really remember this show but I have recently been introduced to Ru Paul’s Drag Race by The Unicorn which includes a parody dating show “The Snatch Game” which is hilarious.
1. Are you ready to go? Where are you going?
I am ready for many things; being blindfolded and feeling a stranger’s face between my thighs. Going into the wild where the weather may change and the sandbar on the map is not exactly where it is in real life.
2. There is something wrong with dating, what is it?
I am going to go out on a limb here and say the internet has simultaneously been the best and worst thing for dating in history. While the internet has no doubt allowed many couples to meet who would never have crossed paths in pre-internet days; Dating sites have also created a culture that resounds with selfishness, snap judgement and just plain bad manners.
3. Born to be wild–what is your wild?
I have been wild for so long that I forget that it is wild to mainstream people. A few days ago I was sitting on the back deck of our boat in a rather picturesque location. The weather was sunny and warm and I chose to be naked from the waist up. This seemed like such a great idea until other boats started going past and waving to us. I became a little self conscious.
I was less so later in the day when we went walking on a nearby sandbar.
4. Pick your best feature and sell it to us?
Right now I am in a headspace that involves making things work. Over the last few weeks I have faced a few situations that have really taken me out of my comfort zone. In the words of a friend “courage is when you do something in spite of your fears rather than in the absence of them”
5. Fill in the blank. This may sound a little weird but _____ .
“Can you just stand with your head out of the porthole for a while?”
As I was standing there contemplating the serenity of the inlet we were moored in Mr Jones proceeded to test out the new mini massager that I had purchased before our departure. I stayed upright as long as I could!!
Bonus: If you were trapped in a store all night, in which store would you want to be trapped?
An adult store.
I just hope that I wouldn’t have to pay for the merchandise I would test out during the night!!!
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