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144 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2012
MILFs - Mowers I'd like to fix
"Harder," she cried, gripping the workbench tightly "harder!"
"Alright," I said, "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua?"
"Punish me," she cried desperately, "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
"Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
"Hurt me!" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.
"Very well," I replied, "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense."
She gazed up at me wide-eyed from the shed floor and bit her lip seductively. Unfortunately it was her top lip so she looked like a piranha
'Harder,' she cried, gripping the workbench tightly, 'Harder!'
'Alright,' I said. 'What's the gross national product of Nicaragua?'
'Put on this rubber suit and mask,' I instructed, calmly.
'Mmmm ... kinky,' she purred.
'Yes,' I said. 'Plus you can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof.'
'Make me feel pain like I've never felt before,' she pleaded, blindfolded and naked.
'Alright,' I said, placing the Lego bricks on the shed floor...
"Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing a pair of stilettos.
"I think so," I gulped
"here we go then," she said, and she showed me the receipt.