Germy was bent over a bench in a leather g-string.
“Take that, you mingy slimy angst ridden hebephrenic demented pile of fantasy novel inspired menace!” said Abdul as he whipped Germy with a dead ferret. “My sex organs throb with the joy of your excruciating indifference. You are into S&M aren’t you?”
“I am not,” argued Germy, “I just like being tied spreadeagled to an X-frame upholstered with Jellyfish skin, a ball gag stuffed in my mouth whilst being spanked with a pooey nappy until I have an emission hot enough to baste a baby in a microwave!”
Germy’s trousers moved a little and his brows came together with concern, which took a while considering how far apart they were.
“Hang on. I am into S&M.”
Inflict Kafe Gavani On The World
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