Firstly they knew Woody would win (though they were pissed that he was signing up to a competition where he got to fuck busty, sexy girls; even he was... judging females by their flesh not their brains) and secondly they actually thought losing wouldn’t be so bad anyway if they got to be hammered by that hunk, John T. Jones.Two days later Marcus dropped a newspaper in Woody’s lap. Marcus was the only real reporter in the group. He sensed a story and did the investigative reporter thing. He’d spent. A sign for a lingerie shop caught my eye. It was a small shop, set back off the main street. I thought that maybe it was like the adult shops back home and perhaps had video booths in the back where I could watch some porn. Turns out, it was no such shop.The lingerie shop was very well organized and I was impressed by the clothing on the racks. They were very high quality items, not the slut outfits I was used to seeing at home. Sexy bustiers, vintage corsets and lace nighties were on. I was going to do this drunk right.“Scotch, huh? Do you want some company while you drown your sorrows?”“I just feel like drinking. I’m not drowning my sorrows. What are you talking about?”She looked around and spoke jokingly. “Do I look like I just lost 50 points off my IQ? I thought that you respected me, but if you think I’ll believe that, then I’ll have to reevaluate.”I rolled my eyes and tried to look entertained. “Okay, okay. So I had a thing for her. It was over long ago and we can’t get. Then altering his position, cupped her pussy in his other hand. As he did this, so Brian called for the next set, pweew. Next set and she was tied to the cross, another strip, with some more open leg shots. Easy, and that was it. Afterwards Gary asked Sukky to join him and Helen, he explained what sort of stuff he shot. Sukky had a chat with Joe, when Gary was seeing Brian off. “What do you think?” “Up to you love” said Joe. “Whatever you decide I’ll come along, so I’ll be with you, and make.
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