Cameltoe Misteltoe
 

The disco ball sparkles, and the incessant bass pounds while he sings about Monroe.* The accountants throw shapes on the dance floor strung out by lasers.* Burdur Escort A badly-timed conga is picking up passengers, spilling Burdur Escort Bayan Mister Greene?s drink. The salesmen are Escort Burdur conspiratorial; a photocopied bottom, panties absent, must belong to someone here.And the mistletoe has gone missing.Meanwhile, in the store cupboard, the managing director lets herself go. She sits like a man, legs apart, dangling it over her naked bottom half. She will scream and bawl as the graduate trainee gives her an early Christmas present.