The Master Baiter
So, I called the bug guy to come over. He told me that he had the best product to get rid of bugs. It is called the master baiter. I said, hey I ordered one of those from that slumber party the other night. Too bad it didn't come in the mail yet. And wouldn't you know it, I have THE BEST LUCK! The doorbell rang and it was the UPS man. He had my slumber party package. I asked him to come inside so I could make sure it worked before he left, in case I needed to return it.
Oh yes, my hummingbird vibe. Damn, it didn't come with batteries. Hey Bobby John bring me your stupid Tellytubbies toy, so I can use the batteries from it. Who cares if it's your favorite toy...this is MY favorite toy. Now take your brother and go upstairs so I can get down to business.
That bug guy kept wanting to go out to his van to get his master baiter, but I wanted him to use mine. I told him it wouldn't take long with my hummingbird, especially if each of them sucked on my tits a little while I used it.
Ohhhhhh, it was a yummy hummmmy-ingbird. They would have been on their way, but that stupid kid came down stairs and told them about my BJ goodbye for daddy this morning, and they each wanted one, too. I kind of felt obligated, like tipping for good service, I guess.
So I sucked the bug guy high and dry. Then the UPS man got so hot watching me in action that he wanted more. I told him I was still sore from all the bronco riding I did with Pookie and his brothers over the weekend. So he said how about a titty fuck then? Nothing like a good titty fuck to get you UP in the morning, huh? I know the UPS man thinks so!