No, silly boy...we’re not going to engage in role play. Not in your wildest dreams. You didn’t really think that I was picking you up at the bar because I wanted to rest with you, did you? Haha.

I knew from the moment I “accidentally” spilled my drink on your pants, that you were my target. I could tell by how the wet fabric clung to your crotch that you were...shall we say...a little short. You see, I’m part of a secret, all female organization who’s sole mission is to rid the world of small membered men. We definitely do NOT need you contributing to the gene pool and watering dow... Show more