Affeman, picture this scenario and answer honestly: It's the dead of night. Not a creature is stirring—not even a mouse. You're tucked up in bed, enjoying a deep, relaxing snooze. The gentle sound of a creaking gate outside causes you to stir, and you reach over to the other half of the bed. "Thank God. Still there," you think to yourself, as your hand touches the smooth plastic casing of the Jay Cutler: Ripped To Shreds DVD beside you.
Suddenly, there's an almighty crash from the window in the living room, and you scream in panic as heavy footsteps charge upstairs. The door flies open! Holy fuck… it's only fucking Wesley Vissers! And he's wild-eyed and foaming at the mouth, gun in one hand and his cock in the other!
"Suck it, Affeman. You're gonna suck it or I'll blow your fucking brains out with this revolver!"
Naturally, fearing for your life, you drop down to your knees and come face-to-face with Wesley’s meaty hog.
But wait! Could it be? You glance over at the gun being pointed at your head, and you realise it's not a gun at all. It’s a fucking banana that Wesley has painted black!
But is it too late to back out now, Affeman? Are you not already fully committed? Indeed, it might be unwise to risk a tussle with a man of Wesley's stature. What do you do and why?
