Russ Trayshun #2
Hey Gang!
My friend Russ Trayshun, fifty-six year old divorced spanko, has sent another email.
"How are you, Danny?
Can't wait till the end of November, mate. Child maintenance stops being taken out of me wage, which means I can spend more money on spanking professionals. So hurrah for kids growing up. The cow only used to spend 'money on fags and trips to Mecca bingo, anyway.
What I don't understand, Dan, is that magazines are full of fit young chicks being spanked by men who look like Mr Bean or Woody Allen. I didn't think looks mattered in the "spanking scene". But I'm still waiting for my elusive 23-year-old spanking girlfriend.
Ah well. Life goes on.
Now fuck off and leave me alone.
Russ."
My friend Russ Trayshun, fifty-six year old divorced spanko, has sent another email.
"How are you, Danny?
Can't wait till the end of November, mate. Child maintenance stops being taken out of me wage, which means I can spend more money on spanking professionals. So hurrah for kids growing up. The cow only used to spend 'money on fags and trips to Mecca bingo, anyway.
What I don't understand, Dan, is that magazines are full of fit young chicks being spanked by men who look like Mr Bean or Woody Allen. I didn't think looks mattered in the "spanking scene". But I'm still waiting for my elusive 23-year-old spanking girlfriend.
Ah well. Life goes on.
Now fuck off and leave me alone.
Russ."
this warbling is from Danny at 8:53 AM
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