In a twisted trip into the bizarre world of voodoo and magic, Frank was about to embark on a much more profitable business than porcelain doll making. Unfortunately, his father would roll over in his grave if he knew what he had done with his legacy. As for his wife, she will suffer the consequences for her incessant nagging about money…and for the lies she has told. Warning: Highly explicit 18+
Sandy approached the six footed doll slowly, reaching out and touching his chest. “Oh my gosh Frank. He is so real looking!” she cooed, obviously happy with my work. “Can I see his…you know, his thing?” she asked nervously. “Of course. He belongs to you now.” I told her, finding her response to the doll hilarious. She unwrapped the cloth slowly, taking her time and acting as if she was embarrassed doing so. When his large penis popped out from the final layer of material, Sandy gasped, and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. I watched as she touched it and played with it a bit. The expression on her face was priceless.
