One Ringy Dingy
Meanwhile over at Niteflirt, the phone lines are on – so let’s email Mz Devious to discuss our needs.
Translation: Phone calls are pricey — but please, I beg you to take my credit card. Once my dick vomits and I’m in that awkward state of post-fetish-orgasmic denial, I’ll claim the card was stolen and reverse the charges. Easy peasy. Do enjoy your stay in the slammer Mz Perfect Princess Goddess whatever your name is.
Drooling? You don’t need me. What you need is a napkin.
Hmmmmm — tough one. Call Me maybe?
I am not accepting bullshit at this time. Please serve it elsewhere. K thx bai.