“OnlyFans, Pornhub, Xtube …” I muttered over and over to myself, reciting the outlet channels for the promo’s, then smiled when I opened Mr B’s pictures. “Oh yes, these will do nicely,” I added to my self-conversation, looking at the high-quality pictures that my colleague had taken to support our promo campaign.
“Will Barb be worried about her brand management post crucifixion?” I pondered, realising that all depended on whether Lord Wragg intended his succulent and nubile victim to survive the entertaining ordeal. I made a mental note to ask his Lordship that very question.
“Ahh well,” I said, returning to solo-dialogue mode, at least the CBA have disappeared, clearly proving that their acronym stands for ‘Can’t Be Arsed!”
I chuckled away at my own joke while feeling my groin stiffen as I looked at the picture of his Lordship reaming Barb’s sweet pussy.
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