Darius had four roommates in his small apartment. After a while– a long while– Delores said softly, “Why do you hate me?”
Darius felt himself almost boiling. All in!”
“Wait a minute,” Master Arnold said slowly. “Now that you and your partner are equal participants in this, we are jumping to the final category of Presidential Names,” he said gravely. The audition and approval process for them was fairly rapid since the show was based in the same city as the university. The whole show was BDSM-based and way past R-rated. He continued to stroke her back crack with his right hand while at the same time stretching over with his left hand to pick up the butter. Obviously, the one in the frame was the one who was putting their ass on the line– literally. Gullible couples came on the show hoping to win big money.
