He sent in ten different puns, in the hope that at least one of the puns would win.Unfortunately, no pun in ten did. A doctor made it his regular...habit to stop off at a bar for a hazelnut daiquiri on his way home. The bartender knew of his habit, and would always have the drink waiting at precisely 5:03 p.m. One afternoon, as the end of the work day approached, the bartender was dismayed to find that he was out of hazelnut extract. Thinking quickly, he threw together a daiquiri made with. That was no ordinary dream. He shivered as his mind replayed what he had seen. Never! he thought in disgust as the image of naked Mirrin flashed past, grinding his hand against her sex. So ... I refused Desire’s offer. Maybe desecrating her holy symbol on top of that isn’t such a good idea. He yanked open one of the drawers of his desk and tossed the figurine in. Disgusted, he slammed the drawer shut.I can never tell anyone about this. Not even Thurguz. Especially not him.A knock at the door. “That’s mine,” I answered, even then still not clued in by the giggles around me. “Go fetch it.” someone urged, so I did. When I got to the counter, there was no drink waiting. Instead, Mr Sex-Appeal bar tender came around to the front of the bar and hoisted me onto the highly polished dark-wood counter top. What? Hmmmmm, yummy? A jumble of incoherent thoughts flashed through my brain. Before I could react or say anything, he lay me down on countertop and spread me as he wanted me – legs. This was what Alice had wanted her to see. This looked so exciting and arousing. She matched faces and names with people she’d only met a short time earlier.Pam and Ty were in the midst of an energetic fuck on one of the sofas. She was in the doggie position looking as though the rapture has overtaken her. Only a couple of feet away Sean and Wendy were similarly involved in the missionary position. The difference was that Heather was perched atop Wendy’s face as the latter’s tongue laved the.