Batidos

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!

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Thursday, 28 February, Year 11 d.Tr.