Please Let Me Go, Sir – Don’t Do This In The Office, Someone Might See. I’ll Come To Your House Tomorrow Instead.

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Some take their fate in their own hands, sliding the ovipositor into their own vaginas with a defiant glare. Eporner As the night moves on, clothing gets discarded – dresses are torn, tuxedos lie forgotten in the corner. The hostess is done now, and a half dozen almost-nude pregnant women wearing bunny ears and very little else pick up the baskets and carry them out to the party guests. Every man wonders: Whose cream eggs, so to speak, are these? The ladies have used birth control pills to carefully align their periods, and they’re all at the peak of their cycles, actually ovulating tonight. It’s the day most calendars call Easter, but the pagans once called Ishtar. They only have ten minutes to decide, many of the couples horse-trading amongst each other as if they were gambling breeding rights for a prize mare. Up until now, twenty five men and twenty five women have been enjoying glasses of champagne and a light dinner, in the theme of

Please Let Me Go, Sir – Don’t Do This In The Office, Someone Might See. I’ll Come To Your House Tomorrow Instead.