Deborah jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates. It was an enjoyable meal, the food that John had cooked was good, the ...ine flowed, but Deborah noticed that Martin drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. She drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. John was as always the expert conversationalist, keeping the talk flowing throughout. When they had all finished, John pushed back his chair and announced, ‘I’m going to have to get a move on. “OK Marsha, I hope you have learned from this. I will get on with the cleaning. You go and stand facing the wall until I tell you to move.” Marsha got walked over to the wall and her nose pressed against it, still sobbing, but had to keep her hands on her head and not rub her tender bottom. Mrs Howard smiled, and left the room. She so wanted to masturbate and that is why she forced Marsha to stay in her room. Mrs Howard went down to the lounge, got her vibrator from her handbag, and lay on. I didn’t think. I know that you usually drink coffee with the rest of us, but would you rather have had hot tea of some kind?”Kei smiled at her while shaking her head. “Coffee is excellent. When I was growing up, my father insisted that we drink green tea as our most common non-alcoholic, hot beverage. He, of course, often drank sake and beer, but would not allow the women of the household to do so, saying it was not becoming. My husband, probably wanting to make an impression on my father,. LIPS AS LABIALips and labiaAre the same thing.I know this to be true,For, whenever I open to you,My lips are labia;My mouth, a clitoris;My tongue, a cunt,Wet with a woman's loveFor you, despite my ownDangling, useless cockAnd balls. My manhood,For you, I surrender,Accounting my sex and genderNaught but testimoniesOf my love for you.YOU, MY LORDYour penis fills my fist;My lips part to slideAnd glide over the smoothColumn of fleshThat is your sex;My gaze is lowered,As it should beIn your.