I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th floor apartment but some idiot came rushing ou... on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot. I fell but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up I saw a huge chest falling toward me. I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit and killed by the chest."The clerk couldn't help but chuckle as he directs the man to the waiting room.He is still giggling when. "She spent the next several minutes plodding round from one room to another and back like a fart in a trance before taking another look."It's no good. I'll just have to put them on damp."She turned them the right way out and stepped into the tiny briefs.Pulling them up she realised that may have been a mistake she wouldn't make again in a hurry."Eeeeeeeyeeeewwwwww!" she cringed, feeling the cold dampness around her tender bits. "That's gross!"After a few moments of walking around like she'd. Well, I didn't freak out when that happened, I'm proud to say. Maybe I should have, but I was too drunk and too apathetic to care much about it. I helped her out of the suit, as I'm sure you helped Eric, and then I passed out. When I woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers, there was this guy in the kitchen, fixing breakfast. I asked him who the hell he was and he said, "Well, last night I was Nancy. Today I'm Brian. Don't you remember last night, and the bodysuit?" I didn't,. Monica’s breathing became regular, and she moaned more. Bill pointed to a mink glove, and Jennifer understood, having had it done to her, she grabbed it and Bill pointed at an 8 inch vibrator. It had a hummingbird which was apparently for the clitoral stimulation. Jennifer saw Bill wave her over and Bill explained in whispers what he wanted done. Jennifer nodded and moved to comply. Kneeling before Monica, she found that her cunt was already wet. In fact, it was leaking fluids down Monica’s.