I could imagine that I am a new friend of yours and you invited me over for some and cheese. When I tell you that I don ́t like cheese you change your mind. Instead of a date I will be your food. You tell me that you regret but man that don ́t like cheeses are not worth living. They only have one purpose which is to be your food. You tell me to undress and offer me a quick hand job if I don ́t make any trouble. Of course there is no way out for me of this. While I undress you explain that you usually like to wrap people in big slices of cheese, but unfortunately you only have this wedge of ... Show more