Once Marie had redone, somewhat shakily, her pretty lipstick, I took her by the arm, put a red ball-gag in her bitch mouth and sat her down at her des...k to read a piece I had written some years before, expressing my views of the proper Man/cunt relationship and the proper household: Cunt Around the House. These are words written by Marie in her journal the next morning: ?I’ve thought about this moment for several years now. Surely the outside observer would think it would be absurd that I. At least that's what it appeared to be on the surface, really learning about sex in it's Meany forms from a pro who would have fucked a snake if someone would have held the head. He always was on the hunt for something to stick his big black ,dick in man or woman and he knew just how to get into their lips or pants! It always amazed me how he found a place to get his big cock some help, he sometimes reminded me of a snake charmer. He would start showing off his monster through his shorts if he. His lips pressed themselves deeper into his target, tongue insinuating between her crimson lips. She conceded, their tongues tangled, tussled, explored orally and their sensitive perimetrics, breathing in each other’s sweet exhalations. ‘My place is out … relatives,’ she shrugged, ‘Yours?’ ‘Mine, too, also … relatives. I’ve a room, ten minutes’ drive?’ ‘Yours then,’ she decided. ‘Your car?’ he asked, ‘I was driven by … a relative.’ ‘Mine, then. Not mine, actually, it belongs to a relative.’ ‘A. " Yes, Sir." Glorious agreed ... he didn't know that.The sheets had consecutive numbers printed with an ink that only appeared under a special light. It was a precautionary device. Very simple ... extremely reliable. The pages were numbered to prevent a team from violating any number of directives. Each day demanded a separate sheet. If there was a number missing ... then something was recorded that the team did not want uncovered."Which team?" he asked"Four." What are you going to do about.