Happy To Seat On My Ex’s Dick Again

Somehow, I felt like a sex object being used by a beautiful nymphomaniac, but to be honest, I didn’t care about that as long as the one using me was Helen of Troy, daughter of Zeus. Wasn’t this company able to implant false memories of a trip that would only exist in my mind and for which I would pay ten thousand dollars? We’ll buy you a house. “I guess I should get ready to leave,” I said with sincere regret, but Helen shook her head resolutely and pointed to my penis, which had gotten into a wonder erection after the concentrated elixir Helen poured down my throat. I recommend you go sometime at the beginning of the Trojan War, when Helen was 22 and at the height of her beauty. In fact, one of the three might finally be accessible after the fulfillment of a small and painful condition. Wasn’t this company able to implant false memories of a trip that would only exist in my mind and for which I would pay ten thousand dollars?