canine boyfriend

The bathroom heater was turned on and it was very warm.The light fell on the president's body, and it was as hot as if he had been forced into a piece of clothing.But in fact, he only wore a pair of... diapers.

No, it's safety pants?He touched it curiously, both in terms of feel and appearance, it was very similar to the one worn by his daughter.It's just that children's diapers can be wrapped directly above the navel, this one, showing the scar on his stomach.He covered the scar, turned around, and observed his body from the back.

Well, the legs are long enough, the butt is upright enough, the waist is strong enough, and the back muscles are also there.The shoulder blades are symmetrical, and the back arch is slightly sunken. No matter how you look at it, it is beautiful enough, but that little bear... looks like a beating.

Who wants a bear!I have struggled for so many years, and I want money and money to look good, why would I wear this?

"Is this really that useful?" The president asked again, his eyes wandering here and there, pretending to fall on the little bear inadvertently.Just be a bear, the underwear is still pink, and it looks quite squeamish.

"The proprietress said, it works." The clerk had already rubbed his hands to warm up, wanting to cover his stomach, "Wife, are you cold? Let me get you some clothes."

"I'm not cold." The president was still looking around in the mirror, feeling very strange, wrapped in all directions, as if wrapping his frightened heart.But this thing is definitely designed for women. It fits so well that it presses down on my male organs. It doesn't look completely flat, but bulges out.

The clerk stood by and watched him, from time to time, he noticed the glass shards that had been swept under the boss's feet, and quietly added a gear to the Yuba to prevent the temperature from dropping.In his eyes, the boss is really like a mermaid in a fairy tale at this time. For the first time, he has human legs. Standing on the shore, he can't walk. He turns around to look at strange limbs, and his eyes can't hide his curiosity. .

Back then, the story of the mermaid made him feel distressed, because the little fish landed on the shore, and every step was like a pain like a knife. Even if it hurt so much, he still wanted to dance with the prince. Class crimes, wives are all in front of your eyes, and you can't even sing for you, and you can't recognize them.

Now, the CEO staring at the mirror and uncoordinated leg separation also made him feel distressed. At this stage, every step the CEO takes is painful, right?Fortunately, I am not a blind prince. From the first time I saw him, I recognized my wife who cried and said that no one liked me.

The bathroom was getting warmer and warmer. After hesitating for a long time, the president reached out to the hem of his trousers, tentatively touched its tightness, and after touching it carefully, he laughed unreservedly for the first time and withdrew his fingers. "This thing..." At this moment, a mobile phone in the bedroom rang, and the CEO shifted his gaze to the mobile phone in the room.Two, one for business and one for private, each of which might ring at night, endless work, never holidays.It's just that the part about private affairs is ringing now.

Something happened to your daughter?He quickly walked a few steps towards the bedroom, and walked into the slightly cool bedroom from a warm place. The cold feeling brought by the temperature difference swept over the soles of his feet and back. He covered his nose and sneezed, and suddenly froze in place, Dare to take a step.

Take a quick look, the president lowered his head, then turned his head quickly, and looked behind his buttocks.It seems... all right?So he was relieved, and rushed to the phone, and the moment he saw the calling number, he never let go of his brows.

"What else is there?" The president covered his mouth and answered the phone.

Seeing that the boss was making a personal phone call, the clerk didn't dare to go over to make trouble. He squatted down to pick up the boss's underwear, took out the laundry detergent from the small cupboard and rubbed it slowly.Every time he rubbed it, he had to take a look into the bedroom, and saw that the boss was holding a phone while holding a bowl, drinking brown sugar boiled eggs.

Just drink it, the clerk laughed foolishly, washed the underwear with great difficulty, wrung it dry, and hung it on the radiator next to it.When he looked back, the boss had put down the bowl and picked up a cigarette, not looking very happy.

He was standing next to his bed, wearing only a pair of pink bear comfort pants, but smoking a cigarette, making a phone call out of the window, frowning, turning his back to himself from time to time, tapping the phone with his fingers forcefully and unconsciously .Sometimes he walks up and down, as if he is dealing with some burning lawsuits, taking a puff of the cigarette he is holding, dropping the ashes, and raising his head, as if he is suffocating in the cold sea water.

The adam's apple is pointed and protruding, which is obviously different from his smooth facial contours.The clerk was stunned and forgot to tidy up the bathroom. He just wanted to pick up his ashes, for fear that he would burn himself.

Only after the boss hung up the phone did the staff dare to go over, not forgetting to take a dry towel. "Who is it again... Smoking indoors is flammable, stop smoking."

The president looked over and couldn't explain what was going on for a while.He lowered his face and raised his pride again. He didn't want the dog man to know about the housework he couldn't handle. He didn't get used to the feeling of wearing this thing until the smoke was completely extinguished. He didn't forget to ask again: "I wear this Does it look good?"

The clerk spread out an old army green towel where he slept on the bed. "nice."

"How pretty?" The president picked up a cigarette again, but didn't light it, and stepped on the edge of the bed with one leg.

"It's very beautiful." The clerk replied with a smile, and liked to see the expression on the boss's face.

So the president was satisfied. He ate up all the eggs boiled in brown sugar. His stomach was warm, but he still wanted to be warmer. "What is this?" He touched the old towel on the bed. It was made of fluffy pure cotton. It looked cheap. For some reason, one edge was completely cut off.

"Use this...to sleep." The clerk told him, with the spicy taste of ginger still in his mouth.

The president rubbed his eyes, said nothing, and got back into bed again. "Come up and sleep with me."

He lay back, and half a minute later, the dog man took off his clothes and got in. They lay down again, and returned to the same position as before. Below the neck of the clerk.

The little staff stroked his back, wondering why the boss's brows were always frowning, he blew lightly, and the boss frowned and stared, like a big animal that doesn't allow others to provoke it, and doesn't accept provocations .He still wanted to touch that scar, and he would touch it very gently, more tenderly than anyone else, but as soon as he stretched his hand in that direction, the boss raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin stubbornly at him.

The little clerk gave up and didn't touch the dead spot for the time being, just slowly coaxing one person to sleep.He was much more difficult to coax than his daughter, he seemed to be dissatisfied with any posture, he moved around, his two long legs were bent for a while, and straightened for a while, the whole bed was not enough for him to toss about.

The president's stomach is uncomfortable, but he is more relaxed than any other night. It feels good to be touched on the back. He doesn't want to stop, and temporarily forgets the worries of the special period. Sleeping on his side, lying on his stomach, left, right, all Tried it out as if playing.If it weren't for the stomachache, he would still want to turn over and check whether this thing is so magical.

But after a while he was unbearably sleepy, and before falling asleep, he tasted a spicy smell.

Only when the boss was fully asleep did the staff dare to touch his stomach. He looked closely at the CEO's face, and when he exhaled, he could move his slightly moist eyelashes.The boss lay on his chest, breathing on his skin, until the small piece was wet.A few minutes later, the clerk raised his neck slightly, and in the shadow of the quilt, glanced at the flesh pink mark.

As if aware of something, the boss moved in his sleep, the scar was like a flash in the pan, even if he was unconscious, he had to hide it.The small staff can only touch it with their hands. It is slightly raised, and even the stitches can be felt wherever it is. It is not beautiful or delicate.

So the clerk withdrew his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes.

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President: It smells so good!