. LIKE THAT... YES, HURT ME... HURT ME... OOOOOOH IT'S GOOD... IT'S SOOO GOOOD! YOU FUCKING BLACK BEAST... ANI-III-MAAAL!!!Ed Anderson thought he must...have been standing in that doorway for an eternity. He had caught sight of them as he made his way down the hall in search of his wife, Jane... the blonde girl in the cat mask and the big black man. He had never seen anything so depraved in his entire life! He knew it was wrong, but he was unable to take his eyes from their madly gyrating shapes. We share everything. So get a move on."Paul picked up the 3-tiered tray and walked carefully on his 3 inchheels. He got almost to his destination and stopped. The women werechatting about some TV show they both liked. It was a crime drama and,because his wife deemed it too upsetting for him, he had never beenallowed to watch it. As he stood there trying to gather his courage, hepictured the two females. His wife Marissa was short and busty, with atrim waist and well padded hips, along. ”“No, that’s not a problem. I already told Helen that we have met. What time will you pick me up?”Brian told her and said maybe they will go out with the Frasier’s along with Danny, to get something to eat after the game.He was looking forward to this weekend and being with Laurie. She was good company and a fun person to be with.It was a hard fought game with the home team winning in overtime. Danny and Josh had some playing time but the starters played most of the game. Frank and Helen didn’t. TJ brought me back to the present, "So, what's this about tomorrow night, then? What you got lined up for me?" he seemed a little too keen."Before that, I want to talk about my girlfriend, Davinia. Now..." Davinia, that's a posh name. You screwing class ladies these days, then?" Dav is a nice girl. Now I want it clearly understood, she is off limits to you in any bloody way whatsoever. Don't even think about it. Understand?" Yeah. OK. But don't tell me you've gone all lovey dovey with some tart.