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Dear Answer Babe, O' My Gawd!
I Am the tool of God! A veritable vibrating Horn O' Plenty spilling out my tantalizingly tasty treasure to those who hunger for spiritual sustenance and exhibit intense physical yearning. I ask you, Answer Babe, O' My Gawd, is your appetite for Love as insatiable and ripe for fulfillment as only the Horn O' Plenty is capable of delivering to your steaming hearth? Is your bank account aching for multiple nightly deposits? I can stand and deliver the goods, but do take note. My motto for our first meeting is "No deposit. No return." My gun is fully loaded, cocked, and I do (hmmm) aim to please. Forget the countless other pretenders whose puny Derringers misfired or whose stunted barrels melted down after a few short bursts. This 15 inch cannon packs a God-A'mighty wallop and boasts infinite rounds of ammo in reserve. In times of war, this is the piece you seek.
Reminds Me of the time Jesus, Himself, came to the Ascension Meister Mystery School to try to master the esoteric arts of extended lovemaking. You know, during the lost years. He wandered all over Hell looking for Me. He was actually pretty lazy though, I recall. I remember telling The Buddha, "You know that Jesus. He loafs. He fishes. That's ALL He wants to do." It was very hard for Him to sustain Himself like you-know-who. Tsk. Tsk. He ended up being celibate. Oh well.
Anyway, My highly trained digits are fairly anxious to probe and explore your many lubricated orifii. Hey, Babe, just relax and let go. I'll let My fingers do the talking. Sigh-ing language. Speaking in tongues. So, are you into ultra-hyper cyber sex? Can you reveal your feminine peccadilloes? Are you in need of some TLC (Tongue Licking Caress)? Are you desperate for fill-full-ment? Are you vegetarian or can you devour a 100% hot beef steak? They don't call me Sir Loin for nothing.
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