Lucinda waited eagerly at the door for the plumber to come and fix her pipes. Condor arrived with his well-serviced equipment ready to tackle the problem at hand. He bent low below the bowl and started to gently ease the protective covering on the pipe until it was revealed in its wet and shiny glory. He gazed at it Longley and began to stroke the pipe the pipe to ensure there were no leaks, however his equipment slipped and the pipe was overcome with a burst of wetness, Condor hurried to insert his hard rod into the pipe to calm the ferocity of the leak. He pummelled his rod up the pipe looking for a blockage, which he found and proceeded to blast with his warm plumber’s liquid. Lucinda gasped as her pipe shuddered until the pressure of the power spray coming from Condor's rod. Condor lay back exhausted, dripping wet from the ferocity of the job....... After completing the dishes Lucinda decided that her rug needed a good wash and vacuum. She went to the cupboard and got the power cleaner with the special long pole for all those hard to reach places. She drizzled the shampoo onto her rug to ensure that no vermin were living in among the delicate natural fibres. She bent over on her hands and knees and started to the rub the shampoo into a thick lather on her rug. She rubbed harder and harder until she was grunting with the sheer physicality of the activity. She turned on the vacuum and started thrusting the long pole up and down the rug until the wetness of the liquid has spread over the entire rug, soaking it. She pumped the pole harder and harder until she shuddered and watched the sun dancing on the wet fibres. She lay back exhausted and decided to let the run dry eu natural in the sun........
Condor entered Latiqwa, his knew African girlfriend, like the cinema they had just walked into. Doors flapping wide open, allowing a think passage of people to pummel on through the aisles rubbing up and down the seats. it was going to be a deeply dramatic black and white film. Latiqwa was a large lass, and she got her rocks off with her own opening night at the cinema. They didn’t buy any sweets, as condor provided his own choc top, and advised latiqwa he was more than willing to pop her corn. In his hands dove, agitating her pop corn box, until she shrieked and popped bursting across the sticky fingers of condor. The curtains opened, and the lights dimmed and latiqwa opened her legs and dimmed her head down upon condor’s lap. She devoured his choc top like the sun on a hot summers day, she downed his ice cream and slurped it up, she nibbled and thrusted along the cone and crunched through his hard wafer. Her stomach was full and she wiped the remaining residue of cream from her upper salty lips. The lights cum on and the crowd exited the sinema, and condor exited latiqwa.
