In a pickle
Here I am, standing in the bathroom of one of my work colleagues, sniffing some used panties from her washing basket, with the handle of her toothbrush stuck up my ass as I’m jacking off into one of her bath sponges, while her cat, Winston, stares up at me with a, “You’re fucking sick, dude” look.
He’s right, you know, but I just can’t help it.