His and hers, that is, his and hers.
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| Men can be so selfish. There’s nothing wrong with just letting it go on until she comes, OK? |
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| Of course, she could answer it. She just doesn’t want to. |
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| It’s your own fault. It’s a bad word, a hurtful word. You’ll find out exactly how hurtful. |
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| She needn’t have worried. Caroline was delighted, and even took Harry home with her. They have so much to talk about. Well, she does. |
Ah, the humbler. I'm not sure who designed the first one – presumably there's an engineering lab somewhere staffed by white-coated dominatrices. I'd never seen one of these before last year but now they seem to be everywhere, as ubiquitous as the bagless vacuum cleaner.
I guess we should be grateful for these super-efficient inventions. Shouldn't we?
I would be afraid in his place not from the caning of the bottom only because the torture of balls in the humbler may be much more painful