After knocking boots (or sandals) with Vitaski, Uztopoke smeels the Liberal sweat of husband Richard Gere behind the bushes. He creeps around the spahouse with a large cactus, sneaks behind Gere, and bludgeons him to submission, then pokes his tight Hollywood rear.

recharded for the journey south, Uztopoke has a quick iced tea, kisses Vitaski's inner thigh, and sprints off...