A single plate covered her most valuable asset, more ornate and more reinforced than the helmet that encased her beautiful features, the mask separate...so that she might address them. A huge curved bowl was strapped to the front of her, carved from ancient hardened camphor wood and coated in hammered bronze affixed over steel plates, protecting both her proudest, most valued and most vulnerable asset.Her belly.Lady Imura was more than a Shogun to the people, her samurai and the serfs they. .." I heard, CAPsmart or something," my father interrupted. "It's fake everyone knows it. So what does him being involved with that matter?" You might know its fake, but not everyone does. The wife of a popular cop purchased a supply, and then had an allergic reaction to the drug. From what I heard they had put peanut oil into the mix and this woman was deathly allergic to peanuts," I replied."So?" my father responded. His voice showed no concern for the woman only petulance that Mike was not. The floors were always sticky with semen. I wish the guys would learn to swallow instead of spitting or shoot their cum into a paper towel— instead of the floor.Once in the privet room Don and I sat down on the leather love seat and I lit up a Misty Menthol 120 cigarette. We started watching the porn video on the television as I waited for Don to get the ball rolling. I finished my cigarette and put it out and turn to Don and said, “Well!” Usually by this time he was having me suck his dick. Until he does, if he does, there can be no real relationship between him and me. To use a crude term, he has to shit or get off the pot; I won't be 'the other woman, ' not to any man, not even your dad."I was in absolute awe of this woman. "How is he doing?" she asked breaking down the wall just a little."Well, I haven't seen that much of him since getting back but he seems to be okay." Did your mother take my advice?" Oh yeah," I answered, "she has dad talked into couples therapy; their first.