
on his merry way. Maybe he did enjoy it slick i dunno. No offence to the fella but he probably doesnt get a lot of excitment in his life. I bet you his heart was pumping.
When i was in my 'student years' (some of my pals were but i had to work, yes im still bitter) we used to go over this rich fellas house at the weekend for parties whilst his mum and dad were away. It would be the usual thing of Cheech and Chong films and dope and even women come to think of it. Bloody hell

Anyhow i was up in a bedroom with my pals sister and i had a wee rummage through his mum and dads wardrobe. In it i found a 20yr old bottle of scotch and loads of bondage gear. I wouldnt open the bottle but the girl thought she would even though i said to her i think its a bit out of order. I still drank it mind. well it was open wasnt it.
So i got dressed up in all this bondage gear to go back down stairs and suprise my pals. I had the gimp mask, nipple clamps the lot. Head to toe in bondage. Seeing as we were students we decided it would be fun for us to go for a drive around town (twickenham) with me on the top of it just as it was kicking out time for the pubs. I had added a flashing men at work yellow box to my head with masking tape and in my fishnets etc i was pretty sleazy all in.
So we're driving about town with me up top and suddenly the driver stops at traffic lights a bit too quick for me. I'm thrown from the roof over the bonnet and i landed slap bang in the middle of the zebra crossing in front of a big crowd of people who where just starting to cross. I just remeber lying there kinda dazed looking up at all these people who diont know wether to laugh or phone an ambulance. Someone broke the silence when they said 'here's your light mate' and handed me my flashing road works thing that had come detached from my head.
I suppose you had to be there really. The same night we took out the fellas dad's Ferrari 400 and totalled it along a wall. He really was a twat for having us round.