Carol stood there with a strange expression on her face. ‘What’s wrong?’, I asked. ‘I’ve never seen a man get up and do the dishes before! N...ither my father, nor my ex-husband would do any household work. How long have you been doing dishes?’ ‘My father insisted that I wash, or dry, dishes every night after a meal. If I washed, he dried, if he washed, I dried. He said it was only fair to help my mom.’ Carol’s expression didn’t change much, but it was obvious that she was deep in thought. We. He’d marveled at how his virgin bride of less than a year had taken to sex and believed he was doing a good job of fulfilling her needs.Back in the alley, the second outpouring of male cream finished, she took some tissue from her purse and tucked it into the crotch of the panties she wore only to hold it in place, being commando if not dripping.“You guys here tomorrow?” It would be their last day, they said.In the women’s room of a department store she cleaned her pussy more thoroughly,. " And who?" My sister." And what was your sister's name?" Stephanie." And what is your name?" Stephanie." And are you the same Stephanie as in the picture?" No." Why not?" The first Stephanie died." But you are Stephanie. You are in the picture. Look in the mirror." No - the boy in the picture is me." Stephanie - the boy died. He died nine months ago." No, Stephanie died." All right then - how did Stephanie die?" A bullet hit her." Who shot her?" I did." No - you are Stephanie, who fired the. Even if it did, I could afford to keep two women if that is what they both wanted.I smiled to myself and thought it was an even more attractive proposition to have two submissive women as play things. I should say at this stage that play things gives the wrong impression of the kind of relationship I want. I don't regard them as playthings, but as two women who have a different kind of sexual needs. They are submissive by nature and a certain degree of pain intensifies their orgasms. I seek to.