don't tell michael

it was last spring when i first realized it, but during one of my passionate love sessions with my mistress, i realized that michael, who was snoring before we started, had changed position and was quiet. it didnt really bother me until i noticed it again two nights later. after careful thought and deliberation i came to the conclusion that he was watching! instead of being disturbed or upset, i was arrosed. as my little smokey sprung to life i begged my gf for sex later that night, and believe me, i put on a show. wearing nothing but womans underwear, i climbed to the top of my desk and began singing Tatu's, 'All the sings she said' in fluent Russian. From there we got into a series of Cincinatti Bow-ties and rusty trumbones, all with excessive screaming and moaning. When we had finally exhausted each other (4 minutes later) I felt like a sexual God. Thanks to Michael, my sexlife has new meaning and passion, that without, I would still be servicing myself after each intercourse.

Thoughtfully,
Gotty

PS I routinely hide my used condoms in Michaels pockets, drawers, bed, etc...