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Laura had been planning this getaway ever since her last weekend away a little over a month ago. These trips she took to the beach or into the city for a “girls’ night” had one simple goal in mind, sate her libido enough so she could operate at work and at home without bending some unfortunate soul over her desk at the end of every week. She’d brought Erik on these trips when he was younger, his innocent face and cute smile had lowered the guards of some of her favorite victims. As Erik grew older and started to ask his mom about her extended absences during their weekends away, she slowly phased him out of her game and left him with a babysitter claiming business trips and conferences. Some weeks she didn’t even lie to him and actually went to industry events but these events usually ended up sating her desires anyway.

While Erik went of a short walk along the beach, she took out the lunch she’d prepared for herself in anticipation of the weekend’s festivities. In her lunch was one of her Office Potluck’s Blue Ribbon winning Weiswurst. At just under 14” these sausages were modeled off her own prestigious member but even after years of improving on the recipe she still couldn’t replicate the sheer length and girth that her cock achieved at full mast. She’d missed the actual award ceremony at the end of the lunch because the image of her co-workers stuffing their faces with her meat had quite the effect on her “professional” demeanor. To go along with her award-winning sausage was a tossed salad of spinach, arugula, goat cheese and orange segments topped with a balsamic reduction. To go along with the spread was a 20 oz bottle of chilled chardonnay.

Her son got a tiny boiled hotdog, some chips & a can of Dr. Thunder.

She checked her purse and smiled. The last two things for her perfect weekend away were safely hidden in her purse, two pill bottles one with little blue tablets & the other with white pills. With a grin she called Erik over, “Erik! Lunchtime!!”