On the next day Master was happy that he could dry hump his gear onto me.
Master also happy he could mount me without liquids running down his legs.
No damp exhaust port for Master today
Master stopped to get "Essential Supplies" for Mr. Tentpole. Master wrapped some green cans in black tape, then poured half a bottle of Irn Bru away and poured in some clear liquid
Master tried to get some cheesy porn for Mr. Tentpole but Tesco's dont do that. Mr. Tentpole would have to make do with Heat, FHM, Morphine and his imagination
Fags and ciggies not allowed, so Master got some Lamberts for later and nikko gum to aid the Morphine along
Mr. Tentpole was happy to see a friendly face and gave Tosser salute
Then Master asked him how many fingers Professor Gspotinspector had used...
Mr. Tentpole out of op and in good spirits. Told Master to organise taxi home.
Master tried but they were busy...
Time was short and Master was turned away from Inbredness campsite
So had to aim for Drumyarocket...not rec campsite