My Dom likes to chase me around my apartment hitting my bare bottom with a stick. Gay sex Nervous. According to him she went all google-eyed at the sight of his chest hair and sweaty muscles and ended up apologizing to him. The woman was all dolled up. Had she gotten laid today? My low-hangers are my second best feature. It was, I gathered, an extra large. Whack-whack! This lady custom makes [them] for you. It was only when he reached that essential stage, or phase, that I found a convenient excuse to run down a cul-de-sac of antiques and fall helplessly to the carpet, big ass in the air. At least that was my initial deduction. It’s my birthday.”“You’re married?”“My ex-wife,” I hastened to clarify.“Well take ‘em off,” he said, stepping inside.“Really?”“With all that padding and shit? Yes?“I was wondering,” she repeated in a rush, “if your friend was here. I emailed it to her. “Oh please, Master! Ow! She had the peaches-and-cream complexion for it. “Oh please, Master! I did!”“Whud you tell her?”“Ow! (It was about time.) “I’m a vegan.”“Oh.” After an awkward pause, my robe quite open now, I decided to say: “You should know.”“Know?”“My friend’s a meat-eater.”“Friend?”“Therapist.”“Oh. Recently I’ve put on some weight and my ass is even bigger
