I love going to the models! But I can’t feel anything. Going up the steps is so exciting, standing outside door reading the sign, knowing you can touch them in a minute. Rachel, voluptuous chubby red bob girl. Black bra, breasts hanging over the top, see through tights, nothing underneath. As I lay in bed, she took bra off and pulled tights down. What a sight. So voluptuous sitting next to me, I touched breasts, her pussy, her slit. She put me in, and it was warm, I could feel her clamping me. I pulled out, and put it back in again, back in the warm clamp again. Try it sober maybe. You do what you want. W--ked in Astral to get ready for model.
I can always go to Brewer Street when I want to now.
I want to spend lots of money, and go back to work, earn lots of money and spend it all in Brewer Street. Write off for jobs, start signing on, when the money goes. Spend it fast as you like. All those doorways to be investigated, and stood outside. I wouldn’t want to go back to Carla, but Rachel I definitely would.
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