This morning I was listening to my awesome 80’s internet radio station on I-tunes, and they were playing alot of Cure. Cure is popular with my crowd as well as Depeche Mode, New Order, and so many 80’s bands you can imagine. I was on the phone with my friend Lorna and we were laughing about my pathetic sissy phone beatches , and the song boys don’t cry came on. I told her about this beatch I had on phone last night with the most whiny lispy exaggerated falsetto voice. LOL…her dog began to bark and the beatch scolded it with the deepest masculine voice I ever heard!!! Busted!!! Then the panty waist began to fake crying, and it was soooooooooo authentic.
Jason will be coming over tonight while I’m doing calls. He has some sports nonsense to watch tonight. His TV died last night and he’s coming to watch mine in the other room. Maybe I’ll get a cock control boy online and I can use Jason’s cock for a model moaner. Ive done it before with him alone. This time I want to push the limit.