Dear Saigon,
I missed you.
There was no shortage of new recruits.
Jasmine, a hot babe who turned up at my hotel said if I recruited her, she'd suck me off one hour a day.
'But you have to fuck me four,' she added.
Jasmine loved sucking cock.
And dancing, cooking, and stroking.
'And deep throating.
Yes, I said, eying up her big fake boobs, 'that's highly advantageous when working for Big Tit Inc.'
She had heard about the new cover girls for Big Tit Inc.
'And if you play your cards right,' I said, 'you just may feature in January's edition.'
But it was the singing fisherman I was interested in.
He wasn't quite like Jesus Christ, but boy could he sing better.
He'd pull his net up pull out the fish.
He was Jesus Christ.
In the flesh.
He'd make 1000 fish with one fish.
It was 'Feeding of the 4000 Miracle,' said Jasmine, who was well versed in the bible.
I pulled out my cock and said suck on this.
I really needed to know who oral skills.
'Then we'll visit the fishing man, I said.
Jasmine was keen on employment.
Deeper, deeper, I said, signing off on another post.
