I had donated my hair to "Locks of Love" a charity that takes donated hair to make wigs for cancer patients. I had also shaved my face clean. She had ...inted on and off that she wondered what I looked like without my hair and beard. Funny thing was, as much as she liked my face without the beard, she forbade me to cut my hair short again.We spent two weeks in Cancun for our honeymoon. As soon as we got back I put my house on the market and we began looking for a house. Within a month we had. She was a mess of wantonness, her hair in disarray as she lay there in perfect contentment. He reached down and kissed her full on the lips and as he did so, she opened her eyes. He could see a tear start to form as she realized her husband was all what she needed. She knew with her professional senses she wouldn’t stop longing for her son but now after the confession she made to her husband she knew she could easily control herself. Tom gently kissed away the tear knowing what she was. Usually in real life she is very subdued, overly sexual but quiet. Its that quiet calm that keeps you guessing, I think if she were angry at me I would rather have it, hear it all- but apparently she is (although I hate the word) trained, to keep it under wraps. Another funny metaphor she uses for herself, involves when she gets angry and has to let her other self out, she calls it shaking out her feathers- this has to do with her online alter ego, the Blaqueraven. Note the fair amount of. Two more blows came down and we were instructed to take our time and inspect the bottoms closely. I was shocked at how pronounced the puckering welts from the cane left! And they were very hot and tender! Liz trembled as my finger traced the path of one that led directly over her ass hole. “I am only feeling four?” I said to Don. “Reach lower. “ He said with a wicked smile. I looked over at Gem and saw that indeed at just the line where her shorts would fall on her thigh an angry red welt.