Earlier this week, my "owner" Clive and I found ourselves brunching at a local greasy spoon. Over bagels and brie, we were engaged in an in-depth discussion of the EU financial crisis, the American current-account deficit and potential Russian accession to the World Trade Organization. For some reason, however, our, ahem, mammarily-blessed waitress kept returning to our table, claiming she "forgot something" and leaning as far forward as possible without planting her face in the lox. I don't know why she kept doing it--maybe Clive is gorgeous or something. I've never been able to tell. I can't crane my neck that far up.
"The service here is truly remarkable." I remarked.
"Yes." replied Clive. "It would be best if we gave this great waitress an ample tip."
"Speaking of ample breasts with great tips," I responded, "We should pay a visit to a certain young lady at Temptations."
Clive nodded knowingly. "Let's pop in on Brittany."
I grinned. "I'd LOVE to pop in Brittany."
After leaving our serveuse a handsome tip, we were our way to our favourite MP, Clive driving and me navigating as usual. We were both positively giddy with anticipation as we pulled into a stall behind the studio. Walking inside, we were greeted by the lovely lady in question, who gave Clive a hug.
I rapidly rose to attention and Clive and I followed her into a room. After enjoying a refreshing shower, my owner and I flopped on one of Temptations' comfy wide beds.
"Why don't all studios have beds like this?" wondered Clive.
"I know." I replied. "I can really get a head of steam going on one of these things. At the other studios, you, me and the girl just end up falling off the table."
In no time Brittany returned to the room. Clive and I leapt to our feet. He helped Brittany unfasten her bra and slip it off, revealing the finest pair of nipples in all the land. Brittany smiled and reached down to pet me.
After disrobing the lovely girl completely, Clive and I pulled her onto the bed. I was anxious for my portion of the festivities to commence, but Clive claimed he'd had a tough day and required a massage. The fully naked Brittany straddled the back of Clive's legs, which only got me more excited.
Finally the big moment was at hand. Clive rolled over, revealing me in all my glory. I felt nervous, like an actor stepping out on stage for a key monologue. Out came the raincoat and a most gracious BJ was commenced.
Clive beamed as Brittany and I renewed our acquaintance. Finally, when I could stand the anticipation no more, I signalled to Clive and Brittany clambered aboard. I was in heaven!
Clive slurped contentedly on those fantastic big nipples, which really must be seen--no, tasted--to be believed. I wiggled around inside Brittany, enjoying the most hospitable surroundings.
Clive flipped Brittany over and I slipped in canine-style. I was in heaven! I pounded the daylights out of those lovely nether regions--no quantitative easing here--while Clive reached forward to tweak her precious nipples.
The point of no return was fast approaching, so Clive flopped Brittany on her back. I tore off my raincoat in trimuph before "showering" those magnificent mammaries with my appreciation. Brittany grinned as she saw how much I had enjoyed her.
We lay entangled with Brittany for several moments--bless her heart, the girl never rushes us--and Clive fondled her breasts. Clive and I eventually tore ourselves away from the beautiful siren and hopped into the shower.
"I feel like a new man." I beamed. "This was exactly what I needed."
"Me too." nodded Clive. "Me too."
"Now what were you saying about the International Monetary Fund?"
"The service here is truly remarkable." I remarked.
"Yes." replied Clive. "It would be best if we gave this great waitress an ample tip."
"Speaking of ample breasts with great tips," I responded, "We should pay a visit to a certain young lady at Temptations."
Clive nodded knowingly. "Let's pop in on Brittany."
I grinned. "I'd LOVE to pop in Brittany."
After leaving our serveuse a handsome tip, we were our way to our favourite MP, Clive driving and me navigating as usual. We were both positively giddy with anticipation as we pulled into a stall behind the studio. Walking inside, we were greeted by the lovely lady in question, who gave Clive a hug.
I rapidly rose to attention and Clive and I followed her into a room. After enjoying a refreshing shower, my owner and I flopped on one of Temptations' comfy wide beds.
"Why don't all studios have beds like this?" wondered Clive.
"I know." I replied. "I can really get a head of steam going on one of these things. At the other studios, you, me and the girl just end up falling off the table."
In no time Brittany returned to the room. Clive and I leapt to our feet. He helped Brittany unfasten her bra and slip it off, revealing the finest pair of nipples in all the land. Brittany smiled and reached down to pet me.
After disrobing the lovely girl completely, Clive and I pulled her onto the bed. I was anxious for my portion of the festivities to commence, but Clive claimed he'd had a tough day and required a massage. The fully naked Brittany straddled the back of Clive's legs, which only got me more excited.
Finally the big moment was at hand. Clive rolled over, revealing me in all my glory. I felt nervous, like an actor stepping out on stage for a key monologue. Out came the raincoat and a most gracious BJ was commenced.
Clive beamed as Brittany and I renewed our acquaintance. Finally, when I could stand the anticipation no more, I signalled to Clive and Brittany clambered aboard. I was in heaven!
Clive slurped contentedly on those fantastic big nipples, which really must be seen--no, tasted--to be believed. I wiggled around inside Brittany, enjoying the most hospitable surroundings.
Clive flipped Brittany over and I slipped in canine-style. I was in heaven! I pounded the daylights out of those lovely nether regions--no quantitative easing here--while Clive reached forward to tweak her precious nipples.
The point of no return was fast approaching, so Clive flopped Brittany on her back. I tore off my raincoat in trimuph before "showering" those magnificent mammaries with my appreciation. Brittany grinned as she saw how much I had enjoyed her.
We lay entangled with Brittany for several moments--bless her heart, the girl never rushes us--and Clive fondled her breasts. Clive and I eventually tore ourselves away from the beautiful siren and hopped into the shower.
"I feel like a new man." I beamed. "This was exactly what I needed."
"Me too." nodded Clive. "Me too."
"Now what were you saying about the International Monetary Fund?"
