„...Äh, und wie!", antwortete ich erregt. „Gut so, dann spritz mir deine Sahne auf die Pommes, du Wichser!"Mit diesen Worten nahm sie meine Latte...fest in die linke an und begann sie hart zu wichsen. Bei jeder Wichsbewegung klatschte ihre Hand gegen meine dicken Eier, dass es schon fast weh tat. Das Klatschen war deutlich zu hören, weshalb ich mich vorsichtig umschaute, ob auch niemand etwas bemerkte. Aber wir schienen unbeobachtet zu sein. Mir fiel es immer schwerer, meinen Burger zu essen, so. “Report to The Silk Stocking in the morning, Tell Tuva that Eryk sent you.” A loud crash on the stage pulled gasps, laughs, and boos from the crowd. “Now off with you Cunt I gave you orders!” He Growled as he tucked his snake back into his trousers.Layla tripped over a table and three chairs, hitting the ground hard, in her frantic, pathetic attempt to follow his orders quickly. He chuckled knowing everything he had been planning was falling perfectly into place. “Go now Whore! You’re spilling. “This is one of Gerald’s old tubes, Caroline. Of course, he was ‘small’ when we started out, but as you’ve seen, he takes a ‘tiny’ model these days!”“Would you let Marian try this on your little pee-pee, Peter. After all, we are her guests.”Defeated, I simply nodded my agreement, shuffled towards our host and dropped my trousers and underpants. Despite my utter humiliation, I was sporting a semi-erect penis.“Yes, he is rather on the small side, but we won’t be able to fit the device on him in. She cheek kissed him, smelling divine. He hoped he was okay having splashed on something called ‘The Woodsman’. ‘Hi, you look a dream.’ ‘Dry dream I would hope,’ she said playfully, making Durham blink. ‘Are you a Miss or a Mrs – I tend to focus on the big picture?’ She smiled and said she’d been Miss and then Mrs and then Miss and once more Mrs but was back to being Miss again. ‘And you?’ ‘Mr – I’ve always missed out.’ They laughed and he said truthfully he was still looking, the ones he liked.