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The Crew.
Chapter 9 Spike woke
up the next morning feeling pretty pleased with himself.
The jocks’ costume
fittings had been an undoubted success.
Admittedly Mr Hung
had taken rather longer than necessary to adjust just a few skimpy square inches
of material.
In fact, he’d made
rather a meal of the job - though thankfully not in the literal sense.
That really would
have given the game away, even to a bunch of jocks whose collective IQ was
unlikely to run as high as double figures.
And, in any case,
Spike intended to reserve the pleasure of being the first to dine heartily
between their juicily muscular thighs for himself...
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