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| Chupa
Chups: 14 (V.v. good! did a lot of licking on
the jet) Lex Licks: 0 although I could have Enrique Licks: Shall we say Mile High Club for Enrique's head? King Cakes: 19 (V. V. BAD! So much food in New Orleans) |
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| Today we all piled into Master's
private jet, which is sleek and expensive like Master. I
was made to carry everyone's luggages aboard, which
caused me to grunt and sweat a lot. I noticed that Sneaky
was looking at me with glazed eyes and licking his
succulent lips a lot. At first I was annoyed with
grunting and sweating so, but it became a little show for
Sneaky. I pretended to tear my shirt on the jet door and
took off my shirt and jacket. Oh the air was cold on my
naked chest but it made Enrique almost as pert as pretty
blond WhitNips. I made a show of flexing my wiry muscles
as I loaded the last of our Mardi Gras supplies and soon,
Sneaky was groaning and sweating as well. Heehee! Master told me to put on a new shirt, but first told me to avail myself of his jet's shower. I obeyed, of course, with wild dreams that they would all join me. Alas, as my shower progressed, I was alone--until I heard the door open behind me. I could not see who was coming through the steam. "Master?" I croaked out in anticipation. He said nothing. Then, as I turned, I felt strong hands grasp my head, bend me down, and place a lick on the back of my streaming wet head! Oh it was all I could do to keep from falling in the shower. I ran out to see who had intruded upon my shower so deliciously, but that was when I realized I had neglected to wrap myself in a towel. Everyone was staring at me. Then they were staring with very wide eyes at my tallywhacker. Apparently, Fruity
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