- Mar 1, 2010
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I am a happy guy. I dont complain a lot. I go about my hobbying ways with a permanent hardon and a smile. Friday night I stopped by Steeles Royal. I havent been by there in about 8 months. I walked in and asked who was working. The girl at the front told me the ladys were all busy. It was like pulling teeth to find out when the next lady would be available. WTF? You think she could put down the walkman and look me right in the face? I got fed up and left. I didnt show my irritation. I guess I should have stuck around to speak to the manager.
There used to be an older lady who worked nights. (Jane?) She was pleasant. Too bad this chickie is so rude, cause shes cute. I wound up going up the road to Utopia. I had a medicore session. It must have been my punishment for being such a horndog.
There used to be an older lady who worked nights. (Jane?) She was pleasant. Too bad this chickie is so rude, cause shes cute. I wound up going up the road to Utopia. I had a medicore session. It must have been my punishment for being such a horndog.