Before playing we had sushi and I always ask to see what exotic or different fish they have in for me to taste. I’m not so fond of the fishy ones, but love just about everything else, so when the waiter said they had just got abalone, I of course decided I needed to try it.

I really wish I hadn’t. It nearly turned me off the rest of my sushi lunch. Not a whole lot of taste, but way too much texture. Sorta like eating octopus, but with a thick gristly rind – or as sandra so eloquently put it… like a slightly undeveloped frog.

So later, as I’m dressing sandra I’m thinking… I think I just ate a frog.

Peeing on sandra … I think I just ate a frog.

Sliding ice cubes into sandra’s pussy hole… I think I just ate a frog.

Administering an enema… I think I just ate a frog.

Reading from her diary while she holds her enema… I think I just ate a frog.

Giggling as sandra is finally allowed to cum from her pussy hole… I think I just ate a frog.

Teasing sandra about her greedy, and now very clean pussy… I think I just ate a frog.

I think you get the picture.

Even now as I write this there is one thought rising above all others… and yes, you got it… I think I just ate a frog.