I had never worn a garter belt in my life, so you can imagine how excited I was when I settled on the one I wanted. I was nervous about providing cred...t card information but soon got over that and placed an order. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date while waiting for that first order to arrive. It only took two days, and then I was afraid to answer the door when I saw the express truck parked in our driveway, as I thought the driver probably knew what was in the package. I was. For the first year or so, it was repetitive in as much as she lay on her back, opened her legs and waited until the humping mass managed to fill her cunt with wads of spunk, and they fall asleep. She had not experienced anybody caressing her tits and tweaking the nipples, nor having a thumb or palm rub against her clit. As for anal that was clearly a no no. As time evolved she eventually managed to gain the confidence to seek alternative pleasures, but even them her c***dhood scars kept saying. I will keep my cunt cleanly and smoothly shaved at all times (no hair whatsoever) unless otherwise directed by a moroccan male, and I will use lotions and powders to help ensure I am always fragrant and fresh.17. I agree to have a dirty mouth in the presence of all moroccan males. I will use only graphic words such as “fuck” (not “sex” or “making love”), “cunt” (not “vagina” or “pussy”), “cock” (when describing Moroccan Cocks). White penises should be described as “dicks” or “pee-pees” and. “Sorry, Bobby. I’m going to drive.” No I wasn’t ... I was going to fly down US AIR.WHY NOT?WHY NOT!The Drawing Saturday night came during the third set at the Mountain Inn in Dayton. I had to announce the winning numbers. No, really. The bartender brought the numbers written on a sheet of paper over to our little bandstand and told me to announce it.After the song, I said, “The Lottery Numbers for the Saturday night Drawing are 19,27,16,10,67 with 15 as the Monsterball. All official.