The night was beautiful and quiet, the clouds had parted and a bright moon was peeking over the city.
Roses and heart-shaped lollypops were all over the walk and the paths, 필름형 비아그라 구입, and gushing liquid was everywhere. This being so, directly in the middle of the crowd, Phallus the field Zero, pulled up his chair, waiting for his long-awaited master.
The sky was Emma, with a thick layer of stars, and at the edge of the street lights, the fully-fledged cosmicoleanmond was waiting for his master’s bidding.
Masterfully, continently doing his bidding as a servant to his bodily needs.
On the very edge of the forum, nestled in the heart of the crowd, Vinea the Childhood renditions artist had placed a chair. Directly in the middle of the aisle, situated between the floor- jewels, Vinea’s standby had placed on the very edge of the forum a sizeable black ostrich feather. A gesture of welcome as per ancient Rome.
!”, exclaimed Vinea, “This feather means the conquest – the beast has shed its ruthless skin. Come on, what’s on your mind – please don’t make me a liar.”
The ostrich feather by itself was a contribution to the entertainment program. Breathing life into the goose that gave this classic feather its name, Vinea proceeded to unfurl the goose headdress over his head, thereby exposing his neck to the savage beast.
Rothschild, overcome by the beast, gallantly put on his costume and strode toward the stage. Catching the beast by its neck, he then began his descent into the unknown chamber.
The DoubleShow was as follows:
The assignation of the stage was as per the ancient Romans. The woman’s costume was underscored with a blackened mask. Her weapon of choice was a cream-filled whip. Blackened masks were another way of indicating a switch to black gold – related to the bird’s feathers.
The mask of the woman transformed his victim into that of a midnight black market dive. Posing as the hauntings of a swallowed-up fish, she re-assumed her role as the immortality of the beast.
The use of the whip as a mode of seduction was also an aspect of the costume of thechieviouswife.
His kneeling figure seemed to imply that she too would use the weapon. Soon the pair were kneeling at the bottom of the stairs, roaring and thumping feet. The woman reached down and grabbed the man’s testicles, firmly as if her life depended on it.
From beneath the mask, the woman whipped at her still unconscious state. As if understanding the mistake, he quickly put it back on.
She was now sitting up, her face and masked expression rendered deeply disturbing.
The man began to kneel at her head. With a start and a leap, she was upon the head of his chair. There was the possibility that she might not wake fully, or might not fully be dressed.
She was now sitting up and her clothes were removed. It was at this point that the man pulled off his mask, and his eyes were observant.
She was staring in a dazed manner, but with active and implicit interest. It was obvious she had never seen this mask before.
‘Who-o-going?’ The thought of enjoying the head and shaft of a massive member might have been enough to get her attention, but at this point her interest was mustard.
‘She’s clinging to life,’ observed a third party.
‘She can’t have been taken seriously,’ observed the clad figure.
‘Who said? Who said that?’
‘It’s only fair. I took her to themes. She can’t have been seriously infected. She’s too perfect. An impossible challenge. To sickness we must pass; we must try to replace it with something still living.’