Kinky kinkmas

KINKY KINKMAS will soon be upon us and I have teamed up with a couple of my fetish crew in order to add some spice to the festive season. So starting with the ever so popular TGirl Gigi, back by popular demand. Gigi will be joining me on Thursday 13th Dec for more naughty fun. Don’t think that because you aren’t a cross dresser this event wouldn’t be for you, because you’d be very wrong. This event is best suited to the bi curious, the tv admirer as well as the cross dressers. We tailor each session to each individuals experience and level. So if you are new to this, but are curious about that, then drop us a line. What goes on in the potting shed, stays in the potting shed! (Private joke that will mean something to quite a few).

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Now I have your attention I will go on to tell you about my next event which will be held on Monday 17th Dec and my partner in crime on this occasion will be the ravishing sub KittenXXX. So if the previous event wasn’t for you then this one may well be! The explosively sexy female in every way, submissive Kitten will be lavishing her attentions on You should I allow her that is. I will control you both as my subs and You will do as I ask. I may use you like puppets for my amusement or have you perform at my whim and for the really good boy, I may bestow you the honor of using my cockgag to please my sub Kitten if I feel she has earned it.

This day is suited to male subs who want to share their session with a pro female sub. A male who likes to please and satisfy the female form. Or a sub that enjoys CFNM or edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms or multiple orgasm and post orgasm torment. Kitten will blow your mind with her ultimate tie, tease and torment…can You handle it?

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Kinky KittenXXX

Kinky KittenXXX has caused a stir recently…..

with her raunchy exploits. My dear friend Kinky KittenXXX who hails  from Cornwall, just recently moved to the Reading area. She goes under the name of Kinky KittenXXX and is not a stranger to the adult industries. She has worked as a glam model and sub in her native Cornwall for some years. She is lots of fun and very open minded as you can imagine. Kitten loves all kinds of kinky capers, and dominating the two of you together can prove very interesting for all concerned.

Punishment for treats…

You need to earn your treats or should I say your pleasure. If you can’t take your punishment then you don’t get your treats!. I will secure you and punish you. If you take your punishment well you get a treat, sound fair? of course it does. An eye for an eye. ‘What is the treat?’ I hear you ask.

This is why I have kitten by my side. What ever I ask her to do she will do. Whilst you are secured tightly to a piece of equipment I might use my strapon on her while you listen on….oh yes I forgot to say, you might be blindfolded. But if I feel you’ve been a really good boi and earned it, I might just remove your blindfold so you can see us in action. With your hands restrained behind your back, all you’ll want to do it touch your cock while you watch the spectacle before you. And for boi’s who are very very good at taking punishment, Kitten might even allow You to use the cock gag on her until she purrs. Every body loves a kinky kittenXXX……

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Kitten is available on Wednesdays from 4pm and some Saturdays.

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Kitten is freelance she takes care of her own finances. I do not profit from her in any way shape of form. She is a fetish friend who likes to help out occasionally. Although she likes to push the boundaries of your sexuality she does not offer sex so please don’t ask.

Your Berkshire Mistress is Back to full duties….

Your Berkshire Mistress is back!! After nearly a month off I will be back to full duties as from tomorrow April 16th. I’ve had a nice break, got lots done, caught up with old friends and had my medical room re vamped. There will be some new additions added over the next few months so keep an eye out for that. There are just a couple of minor things that need finishing off then i will take lots of photos and post them for all to see.

Trixy will be working with Mistress tomorrow and is available to join in your session by request. Lunna Latex will be here later in the week as will a new face, all shall be revealed next week! Should you wish,  Lunna is also available to join you during your session by request.

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T-Girl Gigi spent a day working with me just before I went on my break. After advertising the event, aimed towards the bi curious we found ourselves inundated with enquiries and the day was soon fully subscribed. Needless to say the very naughty T-Girl Gigi will be back. You will find these special events advertised in my blog area.

The Leather Master will be making a re appearance in a couple of months. Again these sessions are aimed towards the bi sub, or the sub who likes to be dominated by a male and yours truly to of course. Again, you will find out when The Leather Master will be nest doubling up with your Berkshire Mistress by keeping an eye on my blog area for when the next date is set for him to return.

The very glamorous Strapon Jane came to play as you may know, and no doubt she will be back soon too! Strapon Jane is available to join me for sessions upon request with prior notice. This wonderful lady is the bees knees and has a wonderful way, and style of domination. Not to be missed!! PS Strapon Jane also specialises is stocking worship amongst other things. 

T-Girl Tessa will be making her debut soon. A stunning T-girl who is up for all sorts of kinky fun….keep your eye on my blog for more updates and photos!

And lastly, my up coming CFNM event. Within four hours of sending out the first tier of notifications, the event was fully subscribed. So congratulations to all who got a place, and commiserations to those who did not. However I have placed those who were not so lucky on my ‘stand by’ list in the event anyone, for what ever reason can not make it. There will be a couple of new faces joining your Berkshire Mistress this year. There will be myself of course, plus four other females to watch, look on, strip you, tease, join in, humiliate and giggle as you are paraded naked before them!

Enjoy!

CFNM OUTNUMBERED coming soon at Mistress Jane’s…

CFNM event coming soon. Make sure you keep an eye on your inbox and spam box for your notification of my next up coming Clothed Females Naked Male event. If you have not as yet let it be know to me that you are interested in an invite to my CFNM event, then make sure you send me an email with a brief synopsis of Your CFNM fantasy or scenario. Each session is tailored to each individuals fantasy, experience and level of play. Please include your age.

There will be NO other males present at Your session, just four or five lovely voyeuristic Ladies to tease and taunt you!

If you want a T-Girl or male slave present at your session please make this clear when applying. When I send out the notification it will contain all the necessary information you require, price and date. The ladies identities are kept a secret so don’t ask who the are, its all part of the surprise!. Unless otherwise stated by you, each session runs for one hour only. If you wish for longer, please state this at the time of application. Positions are reserved on a first come first served basis, snooze you loose. Places tend to book up very quickly so don’t think about it for to long.

This year there will be two new faces joining us. A Mistress from London and one from the North West plus myself and two others.

 

To give you an idea of what you could experience at one of my CFNM events…your ideas are also welcome….

Male Stripper, Naked Butler, Edged by many hands, Patient with Matron and Female Student nurses, Humiliation knows no bounds!, Strapon Gang Bang! Bid for at the slave auction! plus lots more……………………….What ever your fantasy we make sure we make it as fun and fulfilling for You as possible.

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Bi Curious Berkshire Thurs 18th Jan

Aimed more towards Bi curious, introverted and shy nervous people who want to have a safe and fun experience without judgement or expectation. If you are more extroverted and confident then that is great, you will know what to expect with us. All boundaries are fully respected.

Please let me know when booking whether you would like a male or T-girl to join your session. If you have not visited me before then you must apply by email. Please include a brief synopsis of any experience you might have if any and what your limits are. If you have a particular fantasy in mind please include that also but keep it brief.

You might like a sensual massage, or maybe something a little more daring. We can make your experience as relaxing as possible should you so wish.

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T-Girl Gigi This Fri 1st with MJ

T-Girl Gigi will be here this Fri 1st to assist if needed. We have one slot available which would be at 9am for 90 mins or 9.30am for a 1 hour appointment. All other slots now booked. T-Girl Gigi joins me for sessions monthly so if you have missed your chance on this occasion to explore your curious side, you could always enquire to fine out when T-girl Gigi will be back to turn your darkest kinkiest fantasies into reality.

Male Milking with The Cock Doctor, Jane.

Male Milking was something that Cock Dr.Jane was very versed in and there were several machines and techniques used solely for this purpose. Each patient had different capabilities to the next and the clinic understood this, what worked for one wouldn’t necessarily work for the next. There were other factors that the medical team needed to take into consideration such as age, fitness and background-did the patient suffer with ED, was he diabetic, had his prostate been removed and so on. There were other factors like stimuli-what visual sights or talk or surroundings turned that particular patient on.

The Cock Clinic catered for all sorts of tastes and fantasies and although many were similar never two were the same. On this particular occasion our patient was in the twilight of his years and before his time was up he felt he needed to explore his deep seated fantasies which he had harboured and kept locked away in his mind since his early 20’s. The thought would not have crossed his mind were it not for the internet which he was recently introduced to by his Grandson. He bought himself a computer and began to browse, the rest is history.

Today he had taken that step in to the unknown, a place of fantasies. He was going to pay a visit to that little harboured fantasy he had kept secret for many years. His stomach churned from the first moment of contact to the very moment he lay back on the medical bed, but he had nothing to lose, it was now or never.

The medical team were dressed in NHS cotton uniforms albeit shorter than the norm. Their stocking clad legs mirrored the very image in his mind. An image from a ‘Carry On’ film that captured his imagination when he was a youngster. The two of them totted around him in their heels as they chatted and discussed the imminent procedure and the Male Milking procedure they were about to undertake. It all felt a bit surreal, as if he were an onlooker peering from behind a door watching and listening to the whole scene.

Nurse Trixy placed on some disposable gloves then positioned herself between his legs which had been separated and raised by the medical bed on which he lay. She put some lube on to her gloves then rubbed her hands together to spread it. Then lubed his limp shaft. Her touch was soft and gentle and for one moment he thought his cock was going to make a come back but alas no luck. This didn’t seem to bother the Nurse what so ever which made him feel a little better about it.

His manly erections had been very intermittent of late and although he could still produce cum he couldn’t always get an erection. Dr.Jane was mean while preparing a machine. She attached an orange cock shaped receiver to a transparent pipe and hung it from a hook which was screwed in to the ceiling directly above his groin. Next a clear cylinder was placed over his shaft and as Nurse Trixy pumped on the tigger his cock began to rise. If it were appropriate to shout ‘Hallelujah’ he would have done just that. As his cock rose he could feel the pressure in the clear cylinder build up, just as it was getting uncomfortable Nurse Trixy pressed the release button to allow air to get in to relieve the pressure, and as the air came in his cock died down with it. “We shall repeat this process several times to get the blood in to your penis” said his very glamorous Nurse. He smiled and watched as she pumped on the tigger. Her ruby red lips parted as she concentrated on the job in hand. Again his cock rose inside the cylinder, it felt good and the more she repeated the process the bigger his cock grew and the better it felt. Eventually Nurse Trixy was satisfied she had gotten him to the desired length. She gently slipped a tight band from the bottom of the cylinder on to the base of his shaft which held his erection. He looked on in amazement as it had been some time since he’d had such a feeling and seen such a sight. With cylinder removed the Nurse stroked his shaft and although he wasn’t as sensitive as he used to be in that area, it felt damned good.

“We shall shortly begin the male milking process we first need to carry out a few small tests” Dr.Jane carried on “We need to check your sensitivity and for that we will be using electro pulses”. Nurse Trixy gave him a re assuring smile before wrapping black rubber loops around his shaft. Dr.Jane attached wires to the loops and the pulses began. Soon they were surging rhythmically up and down his shaft, as if a steely grip had hold. He gave a satisfying sigh and closed his eyes, such an intense sensation, a feeling he had never experienced before and a feeling, although unusual felt very pleasurable. The intensity of the pulses grew as the dial was turned higher. Eventually the loops were removed and also the elastic ring that was placed around his shaft early on. “We don’t wish to de sensitise you” said the Doctor.

A steel tray was brought over. On it were four long stainless steel rods. Nurse Trixy stood between his legs and began to wipe his cock which by now had lost its rigidity, but somehow it no longer mattered to him as he could see it didn’t bother the medical team either way. “I am just going to swab you ready for urethral sounding” said Nurse Trixy as she wiped the head of his cock. Lubricant was dropped on the end of his cock and the tray containing the rods was brought closer. Dr.Jane not stood at the helm holding one of the rods in her right hand and his cock in the other. He gazed at the procedure with great trepidation as the sound entered his urethra and under its own weight slid down his tract. Nurse Trixy moved in close and held his hand to re assure him, but surprisingly he felt nothing to shout about. In fact he could barley feel a thing. Dr.Jane then spoke. “We need to check your tract is clear before we proceed with the male milking process”. The patient nodded and joined in with the banter with a “Of course Doctor”.

Dr.Jane then attached a clip with a wire to the sound, suddenly he could feel a tingling deep within his cock. Nurse Trixy still stood at his side was asked to hold the sound steady while Dr.Jane lubed up her gloved hand slowly pushed a finger in to his rectum. He winced slightly but in for a penny and all that. She then began to carefully rotate her finger and press it ever so slightly. “Hmmmmmmmm” was his initial thought, then “Ahhhhhhhhhh” was his second. It felt rather pleasant in a weird kind of way. The last time anyone had a finger up there was about five years previous when he had a routine medical from the Doctor. He recalled that wasn’t quite as pleasant as on this occasion though.

He had but forgotten about his flaccid cock as it no longer mattered, he was enjoying himself and that is what mattered. The medical team also appeared to be enjoying themselves to, which made all the difference. What more could a man ask for? he had two stunning stocking clad nurses tending to him and he was at the centre of all the attention.

The sounding was completed and his cock was lubed up and placed in the orange cock shaped receiver that Dr.Jane had gotten ready earlier. This time there wasn’t a trigger for the Nurse to pump on, this was a mechanical device. The dial was turned and the machine began to suck his cock in to the receiver. The vacuum was strong and as it sucked and blew, an erection appeared from nowhere. It had been a while since he had had that hard feeling, although admittedly nothing like in his younger years but this was better that nothing. The sensation of the receiver gliding up and down his shaft felt wonderful. He closed his eyes and summoned up a scene from the dark recesses of his mind. The time he met an older woman back in his late twenties. She taught him a thing or two and this was the first woman to ride him on top. Suddenly he could feel her warm wet pussy sliding on his shaft. His breathing deepened, and very soon picked up the pace. He began to gyrate his hips and he thrust in to her, he wanted to keep it going bit a warm feeling took over him and he felt his cock begin to pump as he squirted in to the receiver. The room fell silent and he opened his eyes, smiling and very happy to revisit another fantasy one day soon.

 

 

THE WHIPPING BOY…Part 1

Young Tom reckoned he had it made.

Reclining his long frame in the chair he wriggled his toes luxuriantly in his footrags in front of the scullery fire. Outside he could hear the tramp of booted feet as the soldiers drilled in the yard, their manual-of-arms regulated by shouted instructions and the steady throb of the drum. Inside the maze of galleries and corridors came the distant clink of crockery, chests slamming shut and what sounded like a maid beating coal dust off the upholstery. Whitehall Palace resembled a town in is own right; eighteen hundred people lived and worked within its environs – a population far greater than that of the village where he had been born. And Tom remembered the sense of bemusement and [ride he felt when the Lord Chamberlain and his retinue arrived at their humble dwelling, his mother and father stood bare-headed as the bluff gentleman examined him carefully.

“A most uncanny likeness, my lord,” opined the captain in charge of the escorting cavalry troopers.

“Quite. You ‒ ” the Lord Chamberlain beckoned Tom’s father to step forward through the thinly swirling blue wood smoke and the scurrying hens. “We will engage the boy. He will receive his board and lodging and you will be blessed by the honour of knowing your family serves our Majesty.”

His poor father had thrown himself into the mud and pig muck with gratitude.

So here he was: paid companion to Prince Charles – one day to be King Charles II of England, Scotland and Ireland. Tom’s duties were hardly onerous since they involved accompanying the prince on hunting and fishing trips, playing stoolball, the new game of ‘football’ and laughing at his jokes. The prince was tall, dark and rangy in build, quick to find the merriment in a situation and he liked girls so he and Tom hit it off. The latter pondered his extraordinary god fortune – and how differently things could have worked out in a village life distinguished only by the monotony of the seasons and back-breaking drudgery. And now here he was in London – Londonthat mystical City of the Plain – receiving bouge of court (bread, ale, firewood and candles) and a well-paid job.

Taking another swig from his mug of small beer, Tom idly turned the page of the risqué novel he was reading. True there were vague rumours of trouble beyond the palace walls; brawling at the country shows, wakes and stage-plays (when weren’t the drunks fighting at such things?) but the king still sat secure on his throne and all remained well with the world.

The tapping of shoes rather more dainty than those of the soldiers took him by surprise therefore and he struggled to right the chair without falling off it as a young woman entered the scullery. Being tall she had to stoop slightly to pass through the arched doorway. From the light that slanted in through the leaded windows he saw she had a pale, oval face, a longish, fine-boned nose and a complexion as smooth as that of a milkmaid. She sported her auburn hair in ringlets in emulation of the Queen, Henrietta Maria and the curls cascaded as far as her softly rounded jaw. As befitting an aristocratic woman she wore the customary ribbon-fastened jacket over a bodice and a petticoat gathered with pleats at her slim waist. In the crook of one arm she carried a calico package also tied with a ribbon.

“Ah, Master Tom. Hard at it, I see?” She waved an elegantly-manicured hand. “No, don’t get up. We shouldn’t want you overtaxing yourself.” The ruby lips favoured him with a mocking smile.

Tom almost choked on his beer when he recognised her: Mistress Gwendolyn; Lady of the Wardrobe and ex-officio, close to the Queen and therefore very powerful at court. His mind raced as he tried to marshal his thoughts.

“How may I serve you, My Lady?” Tom asked, whipping his cap off his head and twisting it between suddenly damp fingers.

Standing over the seated figure Mistress Gwendolyn appraised him carefully with her frank, almost jet-black eyes. The resemblance to the Prince is extraordinary, she thought, although this one is a few years older so he is rather a young man than a boy … She smiled again over her naturally white teeth. “It’s not me you shall be serving but the Prince. Your – ” this time the expression twisted in a smirk “ Royal playmate.”

“Does His Highness wish me to attend upon him?” Tom asked, abruptly anxious to be away from his beautiful but disturbingly sinister woman.

“No.” Mistress Gwendolyn set the package down on the tabletop and he heard the rattle of wooden objects. “But I do.” Those large glassy black orbs fastened onto him.

UP!”

……………..To be continued

Two Sub Bi…Part 2

Our two willing subs were getting along very nicely and Trixy and I were enjoying the spectacle before us. So far they had obeyed almost all our demands. We had a slight glitch when Slave A paused and shook his head when told to open his mouth whilst blindfolded, i think he thought he was going to get a mouthful of real cock right there and then. I quickly discouraged his lack of enthusiasm by taking a whip to slave J’s backside. Remember they take each others punishment, not their own. Slave A soon relented when he heard the crack of my whip lick the flesh of his counterpart Slave J.

Trixy and I thought that it would be a good idea if we got them on all fours, side by side and strapped together while we fucked their tight little arses. We had them side on to the large wall mirrors so we could watch. It was highly entertaining I must say and as Trixy leaned over them while she lubed up their fuck holes I took my place behind Salve J.

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With both Trixy and I now kneeling behind our boys, our cocks to the ready we began to fuck them. Slave A was wriggling on Trixy’s cock whilst my slave was acting a little lazy, nothing a hard slap across the backside wouldn’t sort out though. Soon it was as if they were competing against each other, Who was giving the best performance to please us. We laughed as we likened the scene to a chariot race with Trixy and I steering at the helm.

“Perform well for us and we might let you boys entertain us some more!” Said Trixy as she thrust her cock hard and furiously in to Slave A.

Needless to say we did have them perform for us some more but we shall leave that to your imagination. As you know the biggest sex organ in the body is the mind so I shall leave you with that to consider………..

Six ofthe Best….Hanky-Spanky Part 3

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Of course the lady herself was pissing herself laughing and had to lean against the wall, slim shoulders heaving beneath her white silk blouse. Reaching carefully with one hand to explore the track now rising across the summit of my buttocks I went to straighten up. “Okay Ella, you win. You got me good there ‒”

“Get back over that desk, you!”

“Oh come on! You must be kidding!”

“Oh no, David. We’re not done yet.” As I twisted round to try to reason with her, my face doubtless a picture of horror she gave a vulpine smile and brought the cane up to her shoulder. “I’m going to give you six ofthe best. Like I said we’re doing this properly. That was your first. And you’re going to count every one and thank me for each one.”

“No way! You’re telling me you’re going to make me thank you for hitting me with that cane! What are you going to do if I refuse?”

“Simple. Then we’ll start over right from the beginning and we’ll keep doing that, over and over until you behave. You want to be a good boy, don’t you? She broke off into laughter again.

Mortified and without quite knowing why I was being so compliant, I got back over the desk. I wondered for a moment how many fellow sufferers had lain over it before me in the Victorian times. Then I felt the insistent tapping of the cane on my bottom as Ella measured off the second. She gave a giggle redolent of a feline cruelty, clearly enjoying playing with me like a cat with a mouse. “Ready, Davey-boy? I’ll zip this one to you, special delivery!”

Whop-splatt!

Automatically I started calling her “Miss Ella” (no doubt a subconscious recognition of my newfound subservient position) so there followed a litany of “Two, thank you, Miss Ella.”

Whop-crack!

“Three, thank you, Miss Ella.”

And a proper caning I certainly received. The sheer indignity of it was unbelievable and coupled with a deep, bad hurt which in this position coursed right through me like a tidal wave until at times it became almost unbearable. I also realised we have been totally lied to by our corporal punishment pornography. For a start, unlike in the films you don’t go “Ooh,” “Aiieee” and “Yikes” — quite often the pain is so intense you momentarily cannot breathe. And the sounds you do make come from deep within you; grunts and gasps from the diaphragm where the lungs meet the stomach.

“Four, thank you, Miss Ella.” And God, it hurts! Yet curiously, it’s a good hurt too … Also I found it strangely erotic to be punished in such an ad hoc, entitled kind of way by someone a fair degree younger than me who was doing it for the fun of the exercise; as a kind of dare and doubtless to prove a point.

Of course being a man I could have stood up, told her to stop, walked out or even wrestled the cane from her but what would have been the point of such churlishness? I had to recognise that on being goaded she had outmanoeuvred me and you soon learn your place in these matters …

And so to the final stroke. “Last one, David!” Ella said mockingly. “And do you know what they say about the final one?”

“No, Miss Ella.”

“They say it’s the hardest one of all. As you’re about to find out!”

She wasn’t kidding. I felt a horrible coppery sensation in the back of my mouth and the surging pain boiled over almost beyond my ability to withstand it. “Six, thank you,” I tried to enunciate but that last stroke hurt so much the words came out as a grunt from the base of my stomach.

By now Ella was convulsing with laughter, the tears streaming down her lovely face and it took a few minutes before she could compose herself to let me up. “Oh God, that was sick! I haven’t laughed so much in ages! Right, you can pull your pants and trousers up now, David.” I let out an involuntary gasp as the elastic snapped against my tortured flesh although first I examined my backside in her full-length mirror, rubbing my cheeks in an attempt to soothe away the throbbing ache. It was in quite a state and I noted how the tram tracks swelling to the surface were black rather than the scarlet stripes universally depicted in spanking magazines, although surrounded by two huge crimson circles from those broken capillaries.

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“Ella, I’m sorry …” I began. “I was disrespectful to you in your shop and I shouldn’t have wound you up like that. I don’t blame you for whacking me, or for the extra six ofthe best.”

That seemed to set her off again and laying down the cane on the desk she flapped a hand against my chest. “Consider yourself forgiven. Oh and by the way – while you were still bending over the desk and crying after the sixth one I took a photo of your bum! It’s pride of place as the wallpaper on my iPhone now and the next time I’m on a night out with the girls I’ll show it to them – see if they recognise that face!”

“I was not crying … you did WHAT!”

Ella gave a final tinkly laugh whilst she unlocked the door and as I hobbled painfully out onto the street she favoured me with these words: “David, you are without doubt the most ridiculous man I have ever met!”

“Yes, I must be.”

Making my way through the crowds toward Paddington station I felt utterly humiliated yet strangely elated by this new and elicit pleasure that had so unexpectedly come my way. It gave me a special kind of knowledge that as I passed among these overstressed businessmen, anxious students, angry housewives and tough young roadmen who thronged the streets I and I alone had just been punished by a beautiful young woman wielding a rattan and bore the blazing red, black and blue buttocks to prove it.

Ella, you played a mean and some may say a cruel trick on me, but I love you and I forgive you.

THE END

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