Her babies will be my babies and I don't even want to kidnap them and run away to foreign country and paint their eyebrows red and make them sing songs in Gaelic with a Brazilian accent.
30.11.06
29.11.06
I AM A burrito
I pierced this woman at the Power Exchange for a slave auction. She was a Fakir in training. I don't remember her name, I wish I did. I believe she was a Russian Jew, but I don't 'member exactly.
The Power Exchange was creepy in the sense that most of the time, most of the men you see on the street, in their cars, on Muni, on Bart, etc. would much rather be masturbating or walking around with their hands on their dicks. Well T.P.E is that dream come true. I didn't enjoy it, but would not be opposed to one more visit. I am quite the voyeur.
crakk-kore
Yeah... This and more
This woman came into an old establishment of mine and asked for her picture to be taken. She later came in with Polaroids wearing much less, REALLY only a smile! And she was totally into herself and was somewhat convinced that she was the number one numero uno. She wasn't.
So.
She came back a couple of times and attempted to give a coworker a BJ for a tip after he helped her. She managed to pull his zipper and one hand his penis before he realized it was a bad idea. She then gave him her phone number, address, website!, and biz card! She said it would be her pleasure to give him, well yeah... pleasure. She gave him the best times to call for business (she had her daughter Sunday through Tuesday, but could still squeeze him in on those days. We took more photos of her and she wanted us to post them on our bulletin board, which we never did/could/or would have.
12.11.06
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