“Oh yes I can it’s in the contract,” Mitzy countered, “That’s what the folks paid a hundred dollars a ticket for, to see my tits for real.”
“You are not going to the ball like that!” Prine Boris insisted. You jizz “Indeed,” Boris said. “Just say yes,” Boris insisted, “Or good bye golden ringets, hello baldie.”
“Yes,” Mitzy replied. “Ok you win, I’ll marry you,” Mitzy sighed reluctantly, “Can someone fix up my dress?”
“No time,” Boris insisted, “Anyway its not as if most people haven’t seen you naked in films already.”
“Boris!” Mitzy cried as the security men let her get up and she clasped the ruined dress to her bosoms, “I’m not wearing a bra!”
“Tough, we have a TV schedule to keep,” Boris insisted as he ripped the ruined dress away from her, leaving
