It Wasn't Me!

Hello Playmates,

Mister Squeaky (or should that be Bat A?) here to issue a categorical denial. I was not then and never have been in Norfolk, nor have I ever thought, even when under the influence of Turnip Brandy, that a black brassiere was a suitable nesting place. Although I will admit that wardrobes do offer an ideal roost and there was one occasion where I was mistaken for a rubber brassiere. The Lady concerned won't be making that mistake again I can tell you...she's still in therapy for PTSD and as for her client - well that'll teach him to go to a dominatrix for a bit of BDSM....