No, don't thank me, it's the least I can do. Besides, with all those over-paid, over-sexed, and over-here Yankee Doodle Dandies due to arrive in about...eighteen months time I won't be having much need for cunty coverage.I have also enclosed every single item of hosiery from my personal collection. These mostly consist of hold-ups and over-knee socks, though I have thrown in a few pairs of frill-edged ankle socks for those days when you just have to express your inner. ” It’s gotta be “Happy Holidays” if you don’t want to piss somebody off.I’m not religious, God knows, but the whole thing started as a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. I mean, even if you don’t believe in Jesus Christ or even believe that such a man ever existed. According to the dictionary, the holiday was called Cristes mæsse in Old English and cristmasse in Middle English, and now is Christmas. What it means is “Mass of Christ.” That seems pretty damn clear to me. If we can’t call. She felt so at ease introducing herself to him, almost like she already knew him. ‘Ok, Ma’am, I mean Jamie.’ he blushed. They both ended up giggling. ‘Where are you headed David because you look lost?’ she asked. ‘I’m looking for my hotel Jamie, but my group left me behind, well I walked around and they left without me.’ the reply came, with his eyes not able to hide the sad feeling of being lost. ‘What’s the hotel’s name David? I’m sure I can help you find it.’ she offered. He turned red. They went back to his flat,stopping at a cash point on the way as Ruth explained that she was now a whoreand would want £200 in advance. Robert paid his ex-wife the money andspent an hour buggering her. She told him that he was to call her over at leastonce a week. Ruth's office had been calling her repeatedly, so Jim told her to go backto work. Ruth dressed for the occasion in thigh-length boots with long stilettoheels, a tight corset, and a shiny, black Latex dress, which clung tightlyto her.