Harland went to the whorehouse and approached the madam. After quietly whispering something in her ear, the madam made a gesture with her arm and escorted him to a private room.
“So show me what you’re talking about,” she said.
Harland took $200 out of his wallet and laid it on the table. Then he undid his buckle and dropped his trousers to the floor. A an incredibly pendulous 18 inch cock dangled between his legs.
The madam stumbled back in awe. As she recomposed herself she apologized that none of her ladies could handle that deep of a penetration. “I am sorry,” she said, “I could have them lick it and suck on it, but intercourse is out of the question.”
Harland pulled his pants up and picked up his $200, “Well, forget about it then… I can do that part by myself!”