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A salesman in a
strange city was feeling horny and wanted release. He inquired for
the address of a good house of ill repute. He was told to go to 225
West 42nd St.
By mistake, he went
to 255 West 42nd St, the office of a podiatrist. Being met by a
beautiful woman in a white uniform surprised but intrigued him. She
directed him to an examining room and told him to uncover and
someone would be with him soon.
He loved the thought
of the table and the reclining chair and was really getting aroused
because of the strange and different approach this house offered.
Finally the doctor's assistant, a really gorgeous redhead entered
and found him sitting in the chair with his generous member in his
hand.
"My goodness", she
exclaimed, "I was expecting to see a foot."
"Well," he said, "if
you're going to complain about an inch then I'll take my business
elsewhere."
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