Adventures With Little Dick

Last night I got a call from a customer that has contacted me via e-mail before. I didn't know if he was a bluffer--he professed to be a femme, but I didn't know if he was just a mailer. Fetishes come in all stripes.

So get this--the guy called, and he'd been running around in his house all girled up for HOURS. I could hardly keep myself from laughing--I told him to go and dance on the tile in his heels, and HE DID. Swishing his ponytail around. He trotted around--clickey clack clickety clack--it was ABSURD. And then he tells me all about his adventures with his tiny cock--the highlight was him hiring an escort in Boston. She took one look at his teeny weenie and made him drop another HUNDRED because of his little man-clam. He's a dribbler, to boot, so he ended up basically dry humping her thighs and drooling juice out of his little cocklet for 500 BUCKS--Please tell me someone understands why I laughed so hard my face hurt by the time I got off the phone with this girl--Marie, my little porker bitch! She put her little pig-tail dildo in for me and called herself Miss Piggy--the image of him squeezing that little pecker (he can't stroke it...even his Doctor noticed how small he is) makes me LAUGH MY ASS OFF! Jesus, my ribs hurt--I want to feel bad, but I can't! The second time he came I made him bark like a dog the whole time...Classic. Just fucking classic.