“No, pet, three *French* hens me an’ Dru met in *Hamburg,* strange old broads. Used to walk in on us making some mayhem, or shaggin’, but never said a word.”

 

“So... if they never talked... How did you know they were French?”

 

“The smell. Such bloody awful perfumes could of only come from France.”

 

“Were they super natural?”

 

“Naw, not that I know of. Guess the biddies just liked to watch... Maybe they’re even watching now...”

 

“Spike, don’t. You’re creeping me out.”

 

“...”

 

“Spike! Stop!”

 

“Give em somat to watch, pet?”

 

“...”

 

“Gah!”

 

*Lick*

 

“Spike! Oh god!”

 

*Suck*

 

“Guh! Do that again!”

 

*Gasp*

 

“Spike! Please...”

 

*Pop*

 

“Please what, pet?”

 

“Please, Spike, suck me... don’t stop. Make me come...”

 

“Since you begged so nicely...”

 

“...”

 

*Suck*

 

*Gasp*

 

“Ahhh!!!!”

 

*Lick lick*

 

“Oh, and pet...”

 

“...guh...”

 

“Happy Christmas...”

 

“...”

 

“You are, *gasp* NOT telling me THAT was my present.”

 

“Wot? Didn’t you like it? I’m sure those French hens did.”

 

“Don’t remind me...”