If that is your sort of thing, however, then sit back, relax, and enjoy the story, and in the words of 2pac, let me welcome everybody to the wild, wil... west...-HerrOttoFlick, U.K., December 2016(Author's P.S.: To get a more immersive experience when writing, I like to listen to themed music, which I highly reccomend you do as well- for this story I listened mainly to a compilation of Ennio Morricone's theme music, a live album of the Spaghetti Western Orchestra, and my own playlist of Western. Filling her slit with saliva."Hmm yes so hot so wet. Tight as well." He turned his head to look at the captive man. "What do you fuck her with, a pencil size cock?"The two men smirked; Jonathan's eyes unable to look away from the awful scene."You filthy fucking bastagggggg uggggggg!" Zoë couldn't finish her sentence as his teeth nipped her clit twisting and tugging, finger still close by parting and widening.He pulled back and stood, bending over to press his hand on her tummy the other hand. Once you receive all five letters of ‘BIMBO’, you are eliminated and must visit…’ Biff cupped his ear. ‘The Bimbo Throne!’ screamed the audience. Biff laughed. ‘That’s right! The Bimbo Throne, where your intelligence will be dimmed down and your sexiness ramped up until you are every man’s wet dream! Koomba!’ Biff punctuated his exclamation with a pelvic thrust that would have looked ridiculous under normal circumstances, but in this setting achieved comic effect. Biff had the chops to pull off. The day when Prashant went for his ‘business trip’ I started seducing the handsome men of the building who would fall for me. I preferred young fit actors over rich businessmen.But I was always careful, unlike my stupid husband Prashant. I mean, even an idiot would have figured out what Prashant was up to by looking at his Facebook pics. Hundreds of photos with the same woman again and again. He did make her wear a suit to make her appear to be a colleague.But that won’t work if she is wearing.