The hot tub was unfortunately broken so we all went back to his room to hang out. One of the other groomsmen was passed out drunk in the bed already b... this point so we all just sat around talking. It started getting really late and my friend Stephanie went back to her room and the other groomsmen went into the other bedroom in their sweet to go to sleep. This left just John and I sitting alone in his room on the bed with the drunk groomsmen snoring beside us. Both of us forget he was there. "This outfit… and the butt plug." She paused again. "They're not for you." She pulled away from me a little while continuing to slowly stroke me. "Surprise!" she called out, and three seconds later the door opened. Through it walked Tyler, a young man that I know my wife had swooned over ever since he started frequenting our bar. He had his shirt off and was wearing a pair of torn up jeans. His body was ripped from his line of work as a hot shot and his arms and torso were covered with many. ”“Stilted,” Carol said.“Yeah, stilted, artificial sounding. So, I’ve kind of settled on ‘sewage’. I mean, to me it doesn’t sound all that ... stilted ... but it gets the message across.”Jason could swear years passed in silence, before Harry responded.“Brilliant. You’re right, Jason, it sounds a lot more natural than ‘feces’, and it gets the message across beautifully. You want a career in advertising? I think you might have a knack for it...”Jason laughed, and ignored how close to tears of. A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one of the citys nicer restaurants. That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh to me. She blushed at that as we loaded her car and drove off. Fran had a one-bedroom flat on the twenty-third floor of f fancy apartment. The view of downtown Ottawa, with its mixture of old and new architecture, was magnificent. I showered and shaved and tossed on some comfy-casual stuff. At an even 6 feet and 170 pounds, I was confident about my appearance, yet.