They make a sort of gumbo in the New Orleans area, too, and they can call it what they want, but I have tried some, and I find them as close to REAL g...umbo as New Orleans is close to REAL Cajun, i.e., not really.First, let's talk about ingredients: Traditionally, gumbo is a simple dish concocted out of ingredients either fresh or those suitable for long-term unrefrigerated storage, because that's the way Cajun homes (including my great grandmother's and grandmother's) used to be. So, fresh. .Thank God it was over! “LETS GIVE A HAND FOR TERRY FOR BEING SUCK A GOOD SPORT!” The bastard knew my real name of course but it still stung to hear it spoken like this...Then I was removed from the contraption and unshackled the head gear removed I thought they were going to let me go but no I was made to snort lines of powder that were placed under my nose I felt an immediate rush in my brain and an incredible urge for sex took control of me my pussy was on fire and my tits burned to be. ”“Certainly.Not.” she spit out between two sharp breaths and as many thrusts.“If you have to cum just cum.”Josh still struggled to put the mental image he had of Jamie aside and accept there was a different, sex crazed Jamie underneath the surface and as she kept rocking her hips and alternated between running her hands over his chest, her breasts and through her hair he allowed himself to relax, let her do the work and wait for the inevitable.His mind wandered, taking excurses to different. You had your question. Two, in fact.”He smiled. “Then we broke the rule, so that rule doesn’t count.”“It wasn’t a rule.”“Anyway,” he continued as if I’d given my permission. “I want you to do me a favor. Sort of like a birthday present. Will you?”“What is it?”I was in no way prepared for what came next.“Show me your dick.”My first exclamation was, “No!”Then I indignantly asked, “Why would you ask me to do that?”His answer seemed somehow logical. “Because I want to see it. I want to know how big.