But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gy... and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I stared at the abomination between my legs. "Look, Angie, I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel today." Why?". Christopher Columbus can kiss my ass, I'm taking credit forbufonophilia, which is an excessive love of motherfucking TOADS.Oh, but hey, buddy, you got a nipple piercing and like to do it doggystyle? You wild man, you.I've have committed every sex act you can imagine (and a bunch Iguarantee you can't) to everything, as everyone. But you know what? Istill love doing it. I am forever chasing after my next orgasm. For along time I thought that was my curse--and having a perpetual case ofblue balls. When it was picked up I could hear people talking, but no one talked to me. I could also hear the unmistakable voice of my wife moaning in the background ‘MMMMM THAT’S IT! FUCK MY MOUTH WITH YOUR BIG COCK – WAIT IN LINE, I’LL BE SURE TO GET TO YOU! I’LL LET YOU FUCK MY FACE REAL GOOD IF YOU WAIT YOUR TURN’ And then the phone went dead!Confused, and, it has to be said, very aroused, I felt my phone go off again. ‘CHECK YOUR EMAIL’ The message said this time. The photo with it had the men in the. Master I think you are like wine.The CEO suddenly grabbed the whip and gave her three lashes she squealed in pain.Rose – Master that was a surprise, you know I love the sudden attack when I least expect it.Punish me master , I am a bad girl ,I did not treat you proper outside .CEO – Take more you bitch lash lash lash lash , now you know who is whoRose – Sir please feel me sir see how I am leaking down there , I cannot bear it , I want you , I want your big fat cock.please please fuck me.CEO –.