His wife never seemed to run out offresh ideas to disgrace him. And he guessed she never would.****** CHAN'S WAY (inspired by the Art of Nimrod)Carl'... new Mother-in-Law insisted he call her Mistress Chan. A few daysafter he married her lovely daughter, Lotus, she moved in and took over,while the new bride went to stay with a girlfriend. Now the older womanwas shouting at him to come upstairs. He was in the basement, standingat a workbench, with several pairs of her boots in front of. The mark's dishwater blonde hair hung in lank waves over his skull. His eyes held the sunken look of an office flunky but there, just barely, had the snap, the fire of one last good throw down. His eyes scanned the mark's cheap suit, undoubtedly the best he could buy as a bottom-of-the-heap accountant or whatever the fuck he was.He sighed deeply; this was exactly what he needed. He took one last pull from his beer, wincing, it had warmed while he waited. When he rose to his feet, a few people. She removed the sheer material along with her gold sandals. “What about my panties?”The audience cheered louder.“All right, all right,” Brielle laughed. She stepped out of her thong, took off her genie hat and scarf, and placed the items on top of her folded pants on the floor. Wearing only her sparkly bra, Brielle made herself comfortable on the sofa, her trimmed mound exposed for all to see. She explained the details of the Tallulah, a remote controlled, double penetration vibrator.“Who is. That seemed to be contradicted by the fact that when she touched her tummy, the tremor really did materialize down into her crotch.Now her hand ranged up under the top and started its slow ascent up to replace the other in its rubbing and touching but this time it would not bunch up the fabric. Instead, it would gracefully and smoothly fondle her bare little mounds as they begged for their own individual attention. She felt the tightness of the sentinel stationed upon the top of each in a.