I reach out and grab her jaw tight, not enough to hurt but enough she couldn't back away. "keep still, i wouldn't want to make a mess of this lipstick...just yet." her breathing increases in tempo, but she doesn't open her mouth, just stares at me with a mix of fright and anticipation. I apply the lipstick carefully to her full, beatiful lips. "Theeere we are, so beautiful, aren't you? i'm not done just yet, i still need to finish labeling you for what you are." with that, I begin writing across. There were two others that were in just as bad of a situation, but the drovers had unhitched the oxen and led them away leaving the carts where they were until the rain stopped.Sid couldn’t tell what the carts were carrying, but they must have been heavily loaded based on how they had torn up the street. What looked like a small puddle often turned out to be a deep hole created by an ox. The slick mud made slogging across the street difficult, but the holes and ruts made it nearly impossible.A. First, I hacked off some pubic hair with apair of scissors. Then, I close-cropped the hair with a beard trimmer.It hurts to apply the condom catheter otherwise.My wife said, "You'll love having to do that," with a smirk on herface.So, I had apologized for my behavior earlier. Why is she doing this tome?She first started calling me "slave" again, then she decided to shavemy beard, legs, belly, chest and crotch... She dresses me in women'slingerie, dresses and high heels, and has promised that my. Bill can make sure your Teaching Certificate gets yanked for cause if you try to get out of paying alimony.”Mark sighed and seemed to collapse in on himself. “OK. I will sign the fucking papers, all of them, if you will pass on some stuff I made for the kids.”“Whatever,” Dorothy replied, “What is it? Another one of your looser ‘homemade craft’ projects?”Bill’s face took on a condescending sneer at Dorothy’s words and held his hand to Mark, “Give me what you have there Markie and I’ll give it to.