I can't remember a fucking thing. Two fit strumpets bobbing up and down on me plonker. My wallet is fucking empty, except for some slip of paper. That's all right, I aint got no fucking money anyway. I can't remember getting two birds back to my apartment, but I do have some vague recollections of getting insulted by two slappers in the street. But from what I recall, they were game enough for a good fuck. I could only fuck one of them at a time, only having one fucking dick, so both of them were fingering their own clitorises while waiting turn. So I have woken up with a fucking headache, and no food in the fridge. I am hungry. I wonder what those strumpets were called, I could do with another fuck soon. In the mean time, I could really get through a plate of vegetables and pork, but I aint got no fucking cash left. I am sure those girls have been at my wallet. What is that slip of paper then? Would you fucking believe it? It is their phone numbers. You can watch the video if you want, I am going to, to find out what happened.

If last week's episode wasn't enough for you, now things go from bad to worse. Henessy and my wife Lara Latex had at this point lost all sense of decorum and like those crazed zombies you see in films lusting for fresh meat, Lara and Henessy roamed the apartment lusting for fresh cock. Nothing would satisfy their insatiable hunger! Mercilessly they dragged me into their quagmire of shame and together plotted to use me to satisfy Henessy's desperation for anal sex. Lara Latex did not waste her time in the act of aiding and abetting this shameful act! What was I to do? Ask yourselves what would you do if your wife demanded that you squeezed your dick into a beautiful girl's tight arse, whilst she was dressed in a sexy schoolgirls ou...