John Boehner (not former House Speaker of the US) wanted to bone a hot chick one winter day in Vancouver. He did a quick search on the internet and called Meghan Faux. Miss Faux, a curvaceous and vivacious woman in her late 20s, was available an hour later.
John was buzzed up when he arrived at her Coal Harbor condo tower. His heart raced by her beauty and her oomph. She welcomed him with a hug and a kiss. He put the donation on the table and with it she momentarily disappeared, telling him to get comfortable in the bedroom.
When she joined him in bed in her birthday suit, he pulled her in his arms, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His right hand fondled her ample breasts and lowered his head to suck on her nipple. Before he did that, he made sure to seek her verbal consent, "May I?" Miss Faux replied, "Yes, please. Suck my nipple." He sucked on her right nipple. The detailed oriented man that he was, he noted that Miss Faux said, "Suck my nipple."
He paused and gingerly asked, "Do you consent to my sucking your left nipple, too?"
Mr Boehner was a smart man. He watched TV and was aware of what is going on in a court in Toronto with Jian Ghomeshi. He didn't want to take chance and have Miss Faux charge him with sucking tits without the lady's consent.
"John, darling, aren't you coming to bed, honey? It's late," He was startled by his wife and woken from his dream.
He looked at the wife, who was feeling overly amorous in her sheer nightie. She pulled him toward her. "Touch me," she whispered.
After a good thirty seconds of thinking, he asked, "Do you consent to touching your hoo-haa or just your ta-tas?"
John was buzzed up when he arrived at her Coal Harbor condo tower. His heart raced by her beauty and her oomph. She welcomed him with a hug and a kiss. He put the donation on the table and with it she momentarily disappeared, telling him to get comfortable in the bedroom.
When she joined him in bed in her birthday suit, he pulled her in his arms, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His right hand fondled her ample breasts and lowered his head to suck on her nipple. Before he did that, he made sure to seek her verbal consent, "May I?" Miss Faux replied, "Yes, please. Suck my nipple." He sucked on her right nipple. The detailed oriented man that he was, he noted that Miss Faux said, "Suck my nipple."
He paused and gingerly asked, "Do you consent to my sucking your left nipple, too?"
Mr Boehner was a smart man. He watched TV and was aware of what is going on in a court in Toronto with Jian Ghomeshi. He didn't want to take chance and have Miss Faux charge him with sucking tits without the lady's consent.
"John, darling, aren't you coming to bed, honey? It's late," He was startled by his wife and woken from his dream.
He looked at the wife, who was feeling overly amorous in her sheer nightie. She pulled him toward her. "Touch me," she whispered.
After a good thirty seconds of thinking, he asked, "Do you consent to touching your hoo-haa or just your ta-tas?"






