Hi, let me introduce myself, I’m Harry Wiggles. My Master calls me Mr. Wiggles, I guess to impress the ladies. Well, we went to bed at midnight on Friday since Master couldn’t find any action at any of the local bars. It was about 7:00 in the morning when my Master awoke, I was surprised because he usually sleeps later than that on a Saturday morning. I felt like someone had stuck a toothpick down his boxers, because I couldn’t move at all. Turns out that Master had one of his sexy dreams again, so I woke up hard as a rock.
I sent a message, by way of the nerves, to the Brain that I needed to dispel that yucky yellow liquid that I always seem to throw-up. I guess my message got through, because the next thing I know, the Feet were taking us to the bathroom. Master popped me out of his boxers and I started relieving myself. Everyone in the body of Master just about jumped for joy, they realized that tonight was the party; Master was only thinking about it all week. The Feet took us to the shower, where Master proceeded to wash the entire body, as he was planning on using every muscle he had, including me, several times tonight.
We finished in the shower, and he dried off, taking extra care with me, since I was still stiff and tender. Master threw on a pair of shorts and plopped down in the chair in the living room. He turned on the television and flipped through the channels quickly, scanning to see if anything struck his, or my fancy.
We finally headed for the party, as it was getting to be pretty close to 7:00. Master arrived at the party and I couldn’t believe my eye. Now we get around to our share of parties, but this one took the cake. There were at least a hundred people here, and all in their birthday suits. He sat down next to a gorgeous blonde, the first of several for tonight. I introduced myself to her pussy.