By deevaa
Date: 30 September 2000
the message left on your answering machine....
mmm, yes I found your note as I ate --
and you think I'll leave it at that?
no -- I know you'd expect me to stand to the challange
you speak of my mana--
my pride--
well let me tell you of my tonga --
my secret.
Beneth my skirt, you know I wear your gift --
and that as I move about the office in my daily tasks
heated silk is teasing my secret smoothness--
as I hope your mouth will -- tonight.
that is my tonga....
my secret
my desire.
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