or at least, as hard as any other word except “NNNNggghh! NNNnngghh! NNghh nnngghh NNNGGHHHH!”
Don’t worry, it’s not like they’re going to kill you. Just inflict permanent brain damage.
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| She’s working to make this marriage a success – maybe you could give a little too? Y’know, occasionally hand her the cane and bend over even without an order? It’s those little things that matter. |
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| She’s always been playful. There was the time she made him grind his own face in dogshit only to discover it was a trick: fake poo. And that other time, when it wasn’t. |
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| I think she looks cold. Don’t you think she looks cold? I’ve been looking at all that exposed flesh for a while, and I’m pretty sure she looks cold. Especially the buttocks…and those long, firm thighs, and… |
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| I should point out that this is just a work of fiction on my part. I have never, ever paid a prostiute for sex. They always hand the money back when we get undressed, and say they’re not in the mood. Of course, I respect their decision but what are the odds, eh? Seven ladies in a row! Just my luck. |