Anne
Over the next week, Snoopy seemed to get better. The bruises on his chest and face had faded so that you couldn't see them anymore. It also seemed like the pain in his chest was getting better. The only time he appeared to have a hard time breathing was after a round or two. It was hard to say no to him. He was damn good. It was also easy to realize he appreciated the nicer undergarments more so than other guys I had been with in the past. All my exes seemed to try and see how fast they could remove everything. Not Snoopy. It was almost like how long he could go with them on me before they were completely in his way. It had me wishing I had a few more nicer ones. A shopping trip was definitely something I was going to have to do soon.
Then on Thursday, Iron stopped by with some box
