“What’s up your ass?”
“A butt plug, Sir. It’s stretching my tight, little hole so I can take some of those huge black c***s in it. Our friend has one that’s a foot long and as big around as your wrist.”
“Just get the f**k out of here,” he said as he walked away in disgust.
A while later we were taxiing down the runway on our way to a vacation in the sun. Phil got a kick out of my story with the security officer. I’m sure that guy had some stories to tell.
Before long we were brought a champagne brunch. I had to laugh because the people behind the curtain were lucky to get a glass of soda and a package of imitation peanuts.
I fell asleep before long and was roused a couple hours later when lunch was being served. After I ate Phil noticed that I was quite restless.
“What’s the matter,
