The return address left her no clue as to who might have sent it. It was a simple P.O. Box with no name attached to it. Probably some 'bs' free sample..., she thought. Oh well, maybe a free mud mask and moisturizer would at least perk her up a bit with some self indulgent pampering. With that thought in mind, she tore the paper off. To her surprise, it was a small, ancient looking leather bound book. The gold foil script on the cover was chipped and faded, and when she lifted the cover, the. Or actually woo the crumpets with dinner and. Bloody hell, that's a bother. But one does what one must. I resigned myself to it. Well, actually, what I resigned myself to was not getting any. I am, I must admit, a bit of a fuddy-duddy. Not to say a namby-pamby. It isn't that I don't want a bit of the all right, it's that I had rather hoped my bit would sort of come with the job. But, sadly, my willy got nilly.Well, then, as you can imagine, it knocked me for six when the casting couch made a. " There you let him fuck your brain out and he was amazing, He had incredible stamina, a long thick cock and he made you feel things you never felt before and scream as you never did with me," I added.A tear formed in the corner of her eye."Tears? Please, really, Elaine," I said. " It was just sex, girl. You told me, remember? Great sex, right what the doctor ordered. You can call it by its name, no harm done, darling. At least not anymore. So what happened after?"She sipped from her glass,. Buckley was planting some nigger named Sugar Daisy down in old Orleans." Sugar Daisy?" Miss Corinne clapped her hands and laughed gaily. "What a delightful cachet! I do hope they're happy together." Are you visiting Memphis long, Miss Ingersoll?" the woman asked. "The husbands in Mississippi must be lonely in your absence." Husbands are always lonely when the bed's too cold, Mrs. Hardesty. You of all people should know that." my Mistress replied. "I'm Mrs. Reiser now, of the Memphis Reisers. I.
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