If you want new clothes or towels or bed linens, just throw the old ones in the disposal chute. As often as you like. You are free to keep this place ...s clean or as messy as you like..." Did you also capture any of my followers?" At the house? No, they're all dead." What! All?" Yes, everyone, including the 14 sentries outside."Mr. Ata looked furious. "And did you give them a filthy Christian burial?" No, actually. They were given a rather singular burial... I did weep for them though. All. They weren’t silk and Mei knew that Ai knew it. Any girl who couldn’t tell a polyester/rayon blend from silk couldn’t make love the way Ai did. ‘Uh…’ he said, ‘don’t think so.’ ‘We’re going to have to get him silk, Mei Chun,’ she said, ‘nothing but high thread count, pure Egyptian cotton or silk for our boy Philip.’ ‘Right, silky smoothness to remind him of what it’s like to be balls deep in one of us.’ Ai blew on his now exposed cock. ‘Only the very best for this.’ ‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it. There were only a few days of the semester left when she began her move. She'd 'persuaded' a couple of her friends to approach Abigail (singly). They were supposed to ask Abigail what Mike was like in bed and that is, more or less, what they did. Abigail was not forthcoming with them but that was not the point; her insecurities about herself and her relationship with Mike were enhanced. Having raised doubts in Abigail's mind, the other prong of the attack was simple. She approached Mike as he. She removed her clothes, all except for her panties, and was looking for something comfortable to wear, something loose and non offensive to her burn. She asked about a long night shirt, wondering if I had had a chance to wash any clothes, which of course I had. In our marriage we share duties as much as possible. I am a capable man after all, having been shown by my parents early on how to be self-sufficient in life – something required in such a large family I grew up in.And I had the time, I.