You know, batidos. Like "beaten" in the feminine.
Above : sluttin' up the truckstop.
Below : "am I gonna get in trouble for buying this ?!"
Above : Mr. Sandy Volcano himself, in all his unobstructedly nude glory. This is reasonably rare an occurence, generally it's got cloudy steams and assorted nuages obstructing the holeview.
Below : Wet bar, over at the world's largest hot springs.
Above : Mar y Tiera (steak with shrimp) center + right, Filet Mignon left, some quite excellent pappardelle ai funghi and a large salad.
Below : a woman, and her duck!
Above : tail end of shopping trip. Eight or so dresses, half a dozen pairs of shoes, a bucketfull of costume jewelry, some glassware and I don't remember what all else. O right, and a mini-umbrella in lace.
Below : sneak!
Above : slavegirls in humiliawear. Because I'm just the man to get them twin 1950s housewife gear. It's self-referential jokes all the way down!
Below : slavegirls in their natural state.
All together now : happy b-day n-girl! happy b-day n-girl! Haaapppyy bbbbb----ddday...
Then they gave me a kissjob (that's when they kiss around and about your penis -- try it sometime) and then I slept for like fifteen hours.
Try it sometime!