Oli kuuvalge öö. Tiiger luusis rahutult

Oli kuuvalge öö. Tiiger luusis rahutult puude all - kuhu on kõik e-portfooliod peidetud? Tiigrikuninganna oli lubanud need suure kuuse alla peita, et Tiiger saaks saaki hinnata...

His Swedish was very poor, but the lay overs in Stockholm had proven themselves quite useful at this point. The young Swedish woman nicknaming him "Tiiger" in the bedroom

which was ironic since she had as much experience as the Pope at a brothel. Nevertheless, a bedroom nickname was enough to make his friends envious, at least until they saw first

and second base with their own eyes. By going down the pants he was safely on third. He wanted a sports bedroom nickname so he asked her to call him "Yogi." She blanched because

her nickname with her last boyfriend had been BooBoo. She cringed at the thought of him doing that horrible impression, "Hey BooBoo, let's get some picanic baskets from the

park!" She hated calling him Yogi in return, especially during sex. There was just something really off about Yogi and BooBoo getting it on... or so she thought. It DID explain

Yogi's penchant for baskets, though. But seeing BooBoo dressed up in his full Leather Daddy outfit with Yogi bound and gagged was just a little too much to

twist up and smoke; perhaps this would be better suited for the hooka. Yogi loved a good hooka; almost as much as he loved BooBoo in a pink leather tutu. The daddy outfit? Really?

Yogi felt the Ranger's hand on the back of his neck, a quick and gentle caress, then withdrawn. He turned away from the hookah and slowly removed the Ranger's hat, his only