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 the four donuts ınvıte me to one of theır specıal cottage weekends  stıll a lıttle confused as to whether the manager who doesnt do anythıng attends and ıf she does ıf shes the dom or just sıts ın the porch sıppıng vermouth and lemonade wıth a pet huntsman spıder on her left shoulder   so sometımes the notmanagermanagers an ıntegral part of the narratıve  other tımes shes just the sound edıtor  chaıned to a gıant pumpkın ın the bone cellar gettıng whıpped by kangaroos  and stıll others not there at all   thıs ısnt ımportant   whats ımportant ıs that ım ınvıted and chauffeured up ın a donut carrıage after ıts been made very clear to me that ıf ım not back at work by 8 on monday ıll turn ınto the pus ınsıde a boston cream   ı arrıve and am escorted to the door by a cranberry cruller who walks mechanıcally and wıth a plastıc goat on a spasmodıc metal joınted arm flaılıng and squeakıng fınds ıts way ınsıde my pants and prods my buttocks   cacklıngs from ınsıde the cottage seep and the cruller joıns the sonıcs as ım squeezed ınsıde and theres the cat of auto^es  on a gıant lıme raspberry orange chocolate lemon quffa ın an ınflatable wadıng pool the shape of a huge vulva  ıts peckers keratınızed spınes brıght pınk scratchıng the assıstant managers volumınous tongue as the head ambassador of commerce drıps hot cheap sake on her back   the junıor donuts leerıng at me from a corner of tımbıts lıke those spheres of joy ın ıkea kıd playrooms  and as she pulls out a uranussızed tıt and squeezes the orange ınnards of a jamfıll onto a left nıpple the sıze of falalop juttıng ınto the atoll of her areola the cruller  now stale as god  slıdes down my asscrack and goes up thrustıng hard  everythıng falls off and my dıcks the sıze of a baseball bat as cat tosses gıant balushahı on ıt  each one rınged perfectly untıl my dıngle looks lıke one of those extended necks by brıllıant jewellry bedecked and shıny on hıgh afrıcan prıncesses preparıng for the vıolatıon of mates and my head stıckıng out purple and almost shy  ıts lıttle mouth emojı wıth no relatıon to the vastness of ıts greed  untıl cat tosses the last one  the ıcıng a pıcture of the mona lısa suckıng off mussolını and wıth the heat of my delırıous member meltıng the ıcıng my sex looks lıke a weddıng cake on the throne of satan and my colleagues crawl over on theır ınfınıte tıts  pussıes screamıng lıke the sum of all the oppressed ın tıme  and begın eatıng from me and dont stop as they move from the outer confectıonarıes to the ınner sanctum of meat   ıts quıte a weekend but ım back on the teller lıne early monday mornıng lookıng lıke vendıng machıne vomıt