Maria on the other hand was vastly experienced in such things. In fact she'd had more hands up her than the muppets and more milk spilt on her than a café floor and loved every minute of it. But she hadn't always been this way.

Born in Mexico to an American father and a Moldovan mother she fled to Alaska after hitting a mariachi band with her tractor at 18.

After the dust settled and the sombreros hit the ground along with broken guitars and a few moustaches she left hastily to avoid the repercussions.

Alaska wasn't easy for her. Harsh winters drove her to crave the heat of other bodies and she enjoyed the company of multiple men at once. She reveled in her popularity with the men of the town, most of which she knew intimately. Her reputation grew quickly, possibly owed to the fact that she also took it up the bum bum.

She also enjoyed a wide selection of cheeses.

As fate would have it she soon found herself on the run again after a waxplay incident at a party she was hosting set fire to a professional ice hockey players rather fuzzy crotchal region resulting in 17 homes being destroyed by the blaze that ensued. It is still known to this day as "The Crisp Willy that Left 63 Homeless" in the town of Yellowknife. He subsequently lost his Gillette sponsorship despite now being smooth down there.

Maria lay on the bed reminiscing about her old life while gently stroking her pussy, a Nebelung Pixiebob cross that suffered from pancytopenia but nonetheless a loyal cat with a regal disposition and cheeky smile.

She decided it best to contact Travis about the upcoming party to lay down some guidelines and carefully bring him into the picture.

Crisp Willy was stuck in her mind and often haunted her. She did not want anything to go wrong at this party that she had organised. It was her sweet arse on the line and she didn't want another cock up.

Even though she had a reputation for it........