Oh yeah. As if I'd really let you touch my boobs. You know how skeeved I was when you touched my stomach? I almost vomited in my mouth.

I just wanted to know if you'd do it. Of course, I knew you would. Men are all the same, really. Give them a little shake and wiggle and they'll be your dog.

So, I guess it's back to your depressing little computer room for you, isn't it?

Don't worry, I said I wouldn't tell my dad and I won't. But about the other promise...about not laughing...that's only good until I can whip my T-mobile out and call Cynthia and Mandy. If you don't want to hear it, I suggest you leave now.

And, no, I don't give you permission to think about me later tonight when you jerk off. You have to think about...mmm... Rosie O'Donnell. You can only cum if you're thinking about her in a yellow bikini.

That's MY punishment assignment for YOU.

Maybe you can come back next year when you're 40...but only if you're still a virgin, 'kay?

I PROMISE I'll let you touch me then.

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