The problem with my sexual economy is that the supply never matches the demand.
Perhaps when I have more of an income, I will invest in an apartment that could house two people. I could get a live-in handyman/sex slave who work in exchange for food and shelter.
Me: John, I need the sink fixed.
John:Okay.
Me: But first, I need my ass pounded in the kitchen for an hour.
John: Okay! Which lube do you want?
Me: Oh I dunno, surprise me okay handsome?
See? It’d be so handy. He could probably do small remodels and home improvement too. I could finally get the bathroom floor tiled properly.
