Suppose the Master Craftsman just nails 'em up. Let the dogsbodies look after the clean up.AVAST, YE MASHER!!! Tree has not been (too) involved with this story!!! Take it up with Despard Wragg!!!
Well that body would certainly not qualify as one. Not heard it in the centre of culture that is the US of A? Common form of expression here and in the UK......dogsbody (or dog robber) was an old Royal Navy expression for a junior officer though now usually means someone who does menial tasks. I guess in the US they would be called a gofer.
Well that body would certainly not qualify as one. Not heard it in the centre of culture that is the US of A? Common form of expression here and in the UK......dogsbody (or dog robber) was an old Royal Navy expression for a junior officer though now usually means someone who does menial tasks. I guess in the US they would be called a gofer.
Yep, close enough.
...far to deep for Tree to fathom...Yep, close enough.
Dunno what it is but flunky always makes Pp think of Bowie and Major Tom....even though that lyric is
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Nite Barb...Pp will see what he can cook up while you sleep.View attachment 237536 time for bed guys....you have worn me out ... back tomorrow.
The cross Barb rode was it the northwest corner of the hall. Behind her there were tall panels of corrugated steel to keep prying eyes and long camera lens from pirating images of her ordeal. Around her, above and below and in front and back of her, floodlights illuminated her. With the lights and the sun streaming through the blocked off windows heating the steel she was baking on the cross.
At the three hour mark Sir Despard Wragg strode up the steps and was handed a microphone. He tapped it causing a huge howl that got the crowd's attention. He stood twenty feet from Barb so as not to break a sweat under the hot lights. While Barb baked on the cross the rest of the hall was comfortably air-conditioned.
“Ladies and Gentleman as you all know this is our annually fundraising weekend where a selected female guest would spend six hours on the cross. By what I hear tickets sold for on the ‘secondary market’ many of you know that due to certain transgressions, Ms. Moore will spend twelve hours crucified. So instead of just our drawing for Monday’s three our crucifixion Primus Pilus has donated his services for a brutal scourging at Ms. Moore’s sixth and ninth hours on the cross for two lucky ladies. If you have ever seen Primus in his prime I am sure you will prefer three hours on the cross!”
Nervous laughter filled the room. The names were called from the drawing and all but three women drew a sigh of relief. It would be hours later before the second drawing was done to find which would suffer the cross and who would become acquainted to Primus’ bullwhip.
The heat and hours on the cross were taking their toll on Barb when Messa walked up on the stage. The ‘dress’ she was wearing drew catcalls and wolf whistles.
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She hissed “Boys in men’s bodies… they are so immature!!!”
To loud cheers Messa peeled off the ‘dress’, kicked off her stiletto shoes and pulled her hair back. Barb groaned “What are you doing, Messa?”
“You looked bored. I am going to keep you company for a while.”
“Why did you take the tank top off?”
“Barbara, that is a custom made dress! It is all silk and cost me $10,000. And while I hate to be so crude you are sweating profusely and you smell and I didn’t want to ruin it or soil my hair. But I came to pleasure you. Ah… you are wet here!”
“It is sweat” Barb protested.
“Oh no, Barbara, my fingers know sweat and this is far more than that!!!”
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Tree
View attachment 237425 Messa!!!! What do you think you are doing, you crazy French woman? You are playing right into their game. Can't you hear the wolf whistles and catcalls? You are making a spectacle of us! Stop. Stop. God this is humiliating. I have never won anything in my life until tonight, and look what I won! This had to be a set up. Things like this just don't happen. Could one of my friends have .....?????? Nah, they wouldn't have done that to me, would they? Really Messa! This is too much. Maybe, if they wouldn't mind, we could have the lights off for a little while....if I bake under these lights for twelve hours, I will be .... no, I don't want to finish that sentence.
View attachment 237343 Perhaps Connie might offer herself up to save Barb?
“Barbara, that is a custom made dress! It is all silk and cost me $10,000. And while I hate to be so crude you are sweating profusely and you smell and I didn’t want to ruin it or soil my hair. But I came to pleasure you. Ah… you are wet here!”
Do not be jealous as this is the same beautiful French lumber baroness Messaline vacationing in the U.S.!!!Wooooooo ! While I'mquietly sleepingView attachment 237790 .... no, "baisant" ( = fucking) with my Judith View attachment 237791 gif
I see that, you, American'people, have great fun ...
French Messa is jealous of this American Messa, of course !!!
But Messa is a multi-positioned woman, so, she can profit of all what it is good for her ! View attachment 237793 gif
Wooooooo ! While I'mquietly sleepingView attachment 237790 .... no, "baisant" ( = fucking) with my Judith View attachment 237791 gif
I see that, you, American'people, have great fun ...
French Messa is jealous of this American Messa, of course !!!
But Messa is a multi-positioned woman, so, she can profit of all what it is good for her ! View attachment 237793 gif
Barb !!! I KNOW that you're ravished, in fact ! So, stop to simper and profit of this moment !!!
Messa'hand is so much sweet ! View attachment 237794 gif
About this little prick : was it not rather a mosquito ?View attachment 237795 gif View attachment 237796 View attachment 237797
Do not be jealous as this is the same beautiful French lumber baroness Messaline vacationing in the U.S.!!!
Tree
In the U.S. underworld, that beautiful French lumber baroness is known for various reasons as "Fingers Messa"
....(No one has a clue how she got from Cruxton to the USA, well, nearly no one )
but licensed and..................................USA citizen
...
‘What the hell have you done to me’ Barb wondered…
Oh, Messa dont know ! Somebody was giving to her a syringe for you, but she doesn't know what it could be in it ...