The Mouse Pad tries to make the best use of its space. Milkette's mantra is that if there's a wall, there should be something to sell on it, and if there is something to sell on it, then she'll get money and the store can stay open and Milkie won't have to lose his job.
Unfortunately most walls are like eight feet high or so, and Milkie's just a little 5-footer and some change. They own at least three step stools of various heights and a full-length ladder somewhere in the store because of this. A lot of the daily routine is climbing up and down to put things away or get them down from their roost. It presents a brand new perspective on life wherein Milkie's balls loom overhead while customers stare on.
If he'd just moved the step ladder a little closer in the first place, he wouldn't be having this problem. But God damnit if he isn't already up there and damnit if he doesn't need to get that copy of what I assume is a game called "Lark Fouls."
At least he has plenty of ballast to counterbalance himself when he has to lean over so far.
And look at it this way: if he moved the stool closer, his balls would either bump into the wall, or knock products off the lower shelves.. or he'd have to tuck them back between his legs, which would obscure the customer's view of his butt.
At least he has plenty of ballast to counterbalance himself when he has to lean over so far. And lo
Honestly I'd probably visit every other day and just ask him to get something and probably stare like a fool. But hey at least they'd make good money from repeat visits at least.
Honestly I'd probably visit every other day and just ask him to get something and probably stare lik
Ahhhh muh gawd I wanna just feel all that through the various fabrics. <3 You know somebody's hot when you almost like them more with their clothes on. I also really dig how the pants' design has evolved.
Ahhhh muh gawd I wanna just feel all that through the various fabrics. <3 You know somebody's hot wh
Also, firm chest under cotton shirt layered on top of what has to be the smallest, chest-hiding tanktop to ever exist on man. The fabric of that pink strappy number probably hands off the pectorals a little, allowing a smooth entry for wandering raccoon hands. Shoulders bare for kisses and caresses.
The pants are a marvel, polyester cotton fabric made to sheath the frame of the legs and hips. Stretchy elastic under-layer cups and covers everything that would otherwise be difficult to cover with more traditional solid fabrics. Gold metal rings frame openings for the hips, grab them, or slide your fingers under his pants to fondle what is essentially a Lululemon encasement of mouse fat. Snap-on button clasps that bridge the gap are completely superfluous - designed only to appear as if that monster is under containment. A small opening in the back shows off butt - tightly clad cheeks in the same black fabric that keeps everything modest, yet not. It's breezy, comfortable, and most importantly, hot-doggable as fuck.
And shoes!
Also, firm chest under cotton shirt layered on top of what has to be the smallest, chest-hiding tank
