Chapter 2: Ask About My Bongos

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Sweet hungry child, why must you watch me masturbate? Alas my scrotum itches. Can you see that child wistfully wasting his dreams? You found my passion.

Bop-it. Shake-it. Pull-it. Pass-it. But don't turn it on. Take my gratuitous hand in your tiny mouth. Delicious tongue you have teased me again. I couldn't conceive a dream so wet; your bongos make me congo.

Please ask my secretary about nudes and bongos.

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