He must have fucked me nonstop for six or seven minutes, or even longer. It certainly felt longer, but then he paused. I looked over my shoulder at h...m and said, “I want to fuck you Garret.” He stood up and his cock slipped out of my ass. “Are you nuts?” he asked. I stood up and turned around. “Come on man, I let you fuck me with that monster pole. What about, ‘Do unto others’?” He looked at me stupidly for a few seconds and then asked, “Will you eat my ass?” I laughed, “Of course.” He. He jumped up and dumped a fifty dollar note on the bar. “Bottle of champers and four empties, my man,” he blurted urgently to the barman. Pointing towards where Bob was walking, he added “Keep the change if you can meet me at that end of the bar in fifteen seconds.” With a practiced dexterity borne of half a lifetime in a pub, the bartender whipped a full bottle from the fridge, handed four champagne flutes to Spike and then shadowed him up the bar as he ripped off the foil and cage, popping. "It was all The Reaper could do, not to laugh. Little thirteen year old Tova was a true delight. The nickname, "Elf", suited her to a T. Her fifteen year old twin sisters were absolutely gorgeous, and were obviously a match for her fiery temper. He suddenly felt much better about having promised to try shaping them up - not that their shapes needed any help."Well, girls, what's it going to be?" he demanded.Receiving nods from her sisters, Rivka nodded their acceptance."All right then," he. " BECAUSE of this," Mike continued ignoring the protests. "Because of this we have set up the format so that we are legally obliged to give the winner whatever prize they ask for. This is technically just there for authenticity but it is legally binding and so we have found you a loophole. I cannot just authorise the changes which you wish to have made but, if one of you were to be accidentally entered into this quiz show before your behaviour had been modified, and if that person were to win.