Period. I meanif you wash dishes, you can switch and go to Micky-Dees and sign on tothe french fry station instead. Nobody cares. They have writers...igured as well and don't plan on changing anytime soon. Seems like thewhole USA these days only pays "five-bucks-an-hour-and-all-the-coffee-you-can-drink" The coffee? Well, that's the job benefit!Others:I have noted in reading reviews that several folks have mentioned "AW"work on their sites or blogs and even noted that "Saskia's TV. Alice parted Missa’s lips with her fingers and reached in to moisten her fingers and knuckles. Using Missa’s juices to lubricate the clit, Alice began to rub, tease, and pinch Missa’s clit. At first Alice moved gently, soft, and slow and then would randomly speed up and slow down while varying the intensity and focused on Missa’s face and noises to judge how she liked it best. Knowing that her nails are sharp, Alice used her fingers and knuckles to help vary the sensations and intensity. .well, uh....sleep. The pain became unbearable. And I...um...Well, I'm sorry mom!"But instead of being mad, my mother was very comforting: "It's okay, sweetie. You're just going through puberty, that's all. Now, you go and get ready for school, while I make us some breakfast." I was so relieved that my mother wasn't mad at me, for accidentally cumming on her face. After I got cleaned up and ready for school, I went to the kitchen to join my mother for breakfast: "Gee, breakfast smells great,. "Bill, your nails look divine with that particular shade of scarlet.L'Oreal has a lipstick shade which would match perfectly. You shouldask your mother to buy you a tube today. See you at practice nextweek."I repeated the process with each of the other boys and was petted andadmired by all the mothers. Then my perm day in Miss Vicky's Salon wasat last finished.I didn't know whether to shed tears of pride at my having endured thistorture or to cry tears of humiliation at what my mother had.