It read…“I’LL TOSS YOUR SALAD!YOU SUPPLY THE GOODSI’LL DO ALL THE WORKSATISFACTION GUARANTEED!$15 RICHARD 555-555... “Suddenly, the phone rang. Richard Widemouth answered the phone“Hello” said Richard in a voice that sounded like a friendly buttercup“Hi. I’m calling about the ad in the Reader. Is this Richard?”“Yes, this is Richard” said Richard Widemouth in a voice that was more persimmon than buttercup“Well I’m James and I want my salad tossed.”“Yes James I’d be. It is not an intellectual or physical disability, although it can be disabling. It is not a disease, it is not caught from vaccines or anything else and it can not be cured. It is a genetic neurological condition, some would even say an evolutionary improvement, that makes you more sensitive physically, mentally and emotionally. That is it pure and simple. Warning: This story contains swearing, fucking, violence, exposing deep dark secrets and subjects that may make you feel empathy, hate,. I did. I was fucking myself so hard it hurt. The dildo was a blur as it pounded my pussy. There was a puddle of pussy juice on the chair now."Are you watching yourself in the mirror, bitch?" she asked."Yes," I said between sobs."Watch that pussy. Look at that nasty drooling cunt between your thighs. See how it's oozing juice out. It's getting all over the place. I don't think I've ever seen a pussy leak so much juice before. Have you?" she asked." No" is all I could choke out."Is your cunt a. The oil felt hot in my hands as I softly brushed the cleft with my fingertips. I became enamored by the sensation of her skin in my hands. I teased her, softly touching her butt crack, easing my fingers lower. I gently crossed over her rosebud, and quickly moved away. Her ass thrust back toward me ever so slightly. Taking this as a sign of permission, I stroked my way back toward her center. As my searching fingers reached their goal, my head was filled with the scents of pina colada, and….