“Looks pretty damned damp to me,” Boris muttered, “Get on with it!”
The physician gently felt between Mitzy’s legs and as the cameras homed in he inserted one, two, three then four fingers into her sopping hole, finally four fingers and a thumb gently slipped inside until he was sheathed to the wrist and only his fancy chunky imitation rolex stopped him inserting his whole forearm inside her. “Bare her ass than,” he replied, “Now!”
A soldier resplendent in his red livery stepped forward, his badges proclaiming him to be a lieutenant general “Allow me!” he suggested as he took his ceremonial sword and hacked easily through the layers of thin fabric, revealing the outline of Mitzy’s famous buttocks, though in reality footage of Karen Horten’s ass was usually used in Mitzy’s porno’s because her ass was disappointingly bony. Mitzy‘s agent quickly realised the potential for “Fuckdancing with the stars” as a pay TV show as Mitzy shouted “You ripped my dress off remember.”
Boris looked distraught and Mitzy almost felt sorry for him, but there was other guys to
