Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. I turned on my heels and jumped off the turntable, grabbing Miles’s arm. He didn’t like that.“Listen, sport. You don’t know me very well. I have been under a LOT of stress recently. Having to land an Airbus was actually a bit of a vacation for me. That’s what I call a slow day. But I’ve had it up to here with your fun and games.”“Ah ... You’re hurting me, 327.”“I will hurt you a LOT more if I don’t see my sister here in two seconds flat.”“Reginald, your sister is not here. I am the on-board. You start to turn but I grab your head, forcing you to continue sucking. I say, "Come in and close the door." I look down to watch you and you're looking up at me with my cock in your mouth. You look amazing and I guess you're nervous about getting caught but also excited as you like being watched. Soon, my friend is standing behind you and I tell you to turn. As you do, you see his cock is already out of his pants. He doesn't say a word and neither do you but we know what is expected. You take. She said NO. I told her you to have to take massage to get rid of the pain or else it would make you uncomfortable to do any work. She said that’s fine and sat on the other sofa which was beside to me.We were talking casually and watching TV. But for every instance, she was keeping her hand on her back and rubbing it to sit comfortably. I told her in a convincing tone, you seem to be troubling yourself which is not good and am not some outsider to massage you, I am your brother and have every.

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