A Pox on the Patriarchy
Miranda masticated, awkwardly balancing on Gertrude’s thigh. Geoff sat in a clear plastic chair in the corner, malevolently masturbating. It was too degrading.
I’d like to add that, on that occasion, I seem to remember Geoff had nothing on but my white dog’s collar. Potentially jolly compromising!!
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