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I hope you liked your gift. It wasn't supposed to be a hot dog. I really was hoping you'd
tickle me with feathers while I listened to Bon Jovi music. Then, you could ask me to
wrap my lips around
an extra-long Mr. Freeze. I devoured it with great relish. The juice flowed down my
inner thigh creating a wet sucking sound when I walked, almost as though a duck was being choked nearby, it was both embarrassing and
financially rewarding. The royalties from the book and movie deals helped me pay for new boobs.
