bybajord0013 Page 4 Print This Page Previous page  /  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /  Next page    I'm a fatty tumor. I rack my dumbfounded brain for a response. "I'm uh...whatever part you want me to be." The best I can come up with She grins. "I think you're a spleen. Spencer the spleen. No wait, Spencer MY spleen." I have no idea what she's talking about but I can't help falling into a fit of manic laughter. "What the fuck Ashley?" I gasp in the midst of my fit, "way to kill the moment...again!" Ashley shushes me. "Now Spencer, the spleen is a very important part." "Then tell me anatomy professor, what does the spleen do?" I demand. "Well it's part of your immune system. Without it you could get deadly infections. Just like without you I'd be infected with sadness, and loneliness, and arthritis." "I guess that's kind of sweet, in a way. Wait, arthritis?" "Yes, from over-masturbation. Someone's gotta relieve some of my burden." She laughs. I head butt her in the stomach. "Fine Ashley, I'm your spleen." She winks at me and changes the subject. "You're so sexy when you get like that Spencer." "Like What?" I ask. "All dominatrixy. How do you feel about assless chaps?" I consider what she said. I loved taking control of her, having my way with Ashley Davies. I take back my damnation of The Whole Big Huge Pleasureific Guide to Lesbian Sex. That book might be here to stay. "I'll wear assless chaps if you buy them for me." I dare her. Ashley has the resources and the compulsiveness to actually buy those. I must be going crazy. Maybe I'm finally a real lesbian. "Yes ma'am!" Ashley responds quickly, grabbing my ass cheeks. "Yeehaw!"

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