I got an email from a cat named “Jack”. “Dear Rochard” the email begins. “I don’t believe you’ve ever met Raven Riley. Your a liar”. Yeah, I’m a liar.
Here’s a photo of me on the far right, and Raven Riley standing next to me.
Wait. It gets better.
I was at a “adult webmaster gathering” in San Diego when someone I didn’t know all that well pretty much promised me the world if I just sat down at a poker table for thirty seconds. Out comes Raven Riley in a cheerleading outfit. She gave me a lapdance. We had never met before, but she knew me by reputation and wanted to know me better. (No, no…. We aren’t fuck buddies or anything. I don’t see that happening.)
So here’s some more pictures for Jack. I hope this proves to you that I have in fact met Raven Riley.
I am such a pervert. And a lucky bastard!!!
