It was either that or a dildo drone that squirts butter milk.”“Oh, I think he’ll enjoy the doll.”“He already did,” Nick advised as he supe...hero-posed in the foyer mirror. “Do you want to hear about my night?”“Fuck no,” Debbie replied. “The shower’s hot, and I’ve got a special treat for Mr. Twinkie.”“And Mr. Twinkie’s got a special treat for Miss Peppermint Patty,” Nick said, giving his chilly shrunken friend a warming growth shake. “You know, my pole always points your way, babe, magnetic and. ? We continue to kiss as the momentum builds.? Your head slowly moves down and you begin to suck on my nipples.? They are already hard with anticipation, but you bring them up even more.? Your face almost disappears between them as you gather up all of the flesh that are my breasts and revel in them.?? You come back up and steal a kiss. Now it is my turn to travel south.? I kiss your chest, licking, and slowly brushing my lips on you as I move down, my hair traveling slowly behind me softly. Is he a bodyguard? Are you sure?”“Didn’t you see Girt wasting Mario? It was that gay guy to teach Girt those moves. And he’s Girt’s bitch as well.”“No, he’s not. Is Girt gay or is he looking on his side of the fence as well? “Sissy. BDSM, remember. It is not about sex. It is the powerplay. The guy was almost begging Girt to deepthroat him.”“DEEPTHR….,” , “Shut up, not so loud, idiot. Do you have your checklist with you?”“Of course. Mammy would kill us if I did not.”“Go over to Girt and hand him. "No need to be embarassed," she said as she prepped my ears withantiseptic. "You'd be surprised how many men get into the same situationas you! And your friend (I allowed myself a derisive snort at that!)has picked out some nice, conservative hoops for you." I looked down atthe earrrins, and, true to her word, they were small, maybe half-inchloops. I hadn't expected Matt to be so kind, after a bet on his belovedPats, but, hey, I wasn't about to complain!Two piches later (they weren't bad at.