Holy Scabies

Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. The last three days have been perhaps the most bizarre of my life. Miss P bought a corset for £185 in a top quality whorehouse, I met a lady of much fetishness (”I like to go to fetish parties!”) dressed in a three piece leather spike suit (complete with strap-on cock), finally met up with Mr. Spencer and had my first successful indulgement of ecstacy. I am paying for it now as my feet feel like mushy peas and my body is one hundred percent crust.