The owner leans back in his chair.
Schlomo considers her with a once over, lingering on the tits, the face.
"Well, shes _almost_ a body black girl picture 5, head 11." Hes sweating again.
Fumbles with his fly....
girl whimpers, involuntarily.
No bedsheet to hide under.
Schlomos knee sinks into the bed, an awkward struggle to straddle her, stained Fruit of the Looms pulsing with tainted cock.
Girl catches black girl picture the owners attention, eyes gesture desperately towards the condom black girl picture on the pillow, then wander to the doorway possibly praying.
brunette still sucking on his huge black
Eyes light up when Schlomo stops suddenly.
He seems to be re-considering.
The corners of his mouth wrinkle.
"s-Something isn right...I like Sallys legs to be up, up behind her head. Can this one do that?" Both look at the owner.
Hes already on the phone.
"Gwen, be a doll and bring in the nylon cord." With all the efficiency of a Girl Scout leader, Gwen brings the cord and has the girl trussed up past her ears.
Girl stifles a squeaky moan, but Schlomo looks at last pleased.
Slicks on the condom.
Braces himself.
Pants over girls spread arse cheeks.
The owner in his chair near the bed can smell Schlomos breath.
Tomato-onion soup and a peanut butter sandwich.
The owner leans forward, pulls out a stopwatch, "You don mind if I time this eh? For experimental purposes." Schlomo, in fantasyfuck land, shrugs.
He is ready.
Crammed bits into bits, frenzied humping, 11.
2 seconds, done.
Female looks confused.
Owner frowns.
Both eye the condom for Schlomos leavings.
Schlomo beams, relaxed, satisfied.
The owner says, "Nothing like a man of purpose." Mentions the possibility of a follow up interview and performance summary as he sees Schlomo out.
Opens a window.
The owner soon black girl picture opened a chain black girl picture of Hump-a-Real-Doll outlets across the black girl picture land and later retired to a hermitage on the Greek island of Spetses with five other like-minded brethren, eleven Real Dolls between them.
The girl went on to become disillusioned by her pursuit of false doms, but wrote her story and made millions on the American talk show circuit.
Gwen now works at K-mart.
Schlomo’s Sally never did return from the repairs shop, but was instead replaced with a RealDoll of the redhead variety.
Scholmo, heartbroken, exhibited all black girl picture the signs of loss…denial, despair, blinkered rage, until he struck out on his own to relieve that build up of a particularly toxic strain of deadly venom* growing exponentially in his ball-sack black girl picture; roaming the back alleyways of the Lower East Side and the far reaches of the Bowery, at first attracted by the scent of availability there, but put off by black girl picture the take no shit demeanour of the ladies on the stroll; ‘til at last black girl picture he found solatium in another pocket of the squalid under-city black girl picture of Manhattan; the New York Metropolitan subway system.
