I’ve f****d a bunch of wet holes and satiated my lust for the rest of the day. Now that I haven’t got the fog of lust clouding my better judgement, that’s when I realize that I’ve gone without Shonda for a while. I wonder how she’s holding up. Hopefully, she’s let loose somewhat.
I go in search of her. Thankfully, the booths have name tags. It makes it quite easy for me to locate hers.
Frankly, I’m surprised and a little impressed that she hasn’t made a run for it yet. I half expected her to be outside, waiting for me. In typical Shonda fashion, she would make me vow never to make her do anything crazy again.
I get to Shonda’s booth. I can’t see much of anything though. But I can hear the voices coming from within. They sound like a mixture of grunts and moans.
Is that Shonda?
I move
