Peace, perfect peace. Sunday morning.Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an ...hour late. He blundered out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower failed to revive him, although it removed most of the sensory reminders of the night before. Out into the bedroom, clothes, jeans, sweater. The bed reeked of Delia - at second hand. His track suit smelled like the morning after an orgy. Reasonably enough.He grabbed. HE is your husband. You are a liar and a you faked it all to marry into our family. No doubt with a plan to set up my son and divorce him and take all his money. Well that ain’t happening. You will continue to work in this office. At the end of the day you’ll go home to my son, and you WILL treat him with respect and dignity. You will keep ‘playing house’ until you give me a grandchild. After that, you will divorce my him and leave this business. At that time I will give you and your real. Henry was laid on the bed naked. His hand was stroking his seven inch cock, waiting for Amanda to approach. He looked at her. He craved her and would have her tonight. She turned, shutting and locking the door, taking a deep breath before she started to strip. She kept her back to him as she stripped, only showing him her perfectly formed tight arse, hiding her b-cup breasts from his prying eyes. She turned slowly, her hands covering her furry mound from him. She looked down thinking it should. Sanosuke: So you want me to go buy some for you.Tae: Yes, would you?Sanosuke: You should ask Yahiko, not me--Yahiko: I'm working! Unlike some people I could mention... Tae: Well, all right, I'll treat you to lunch.Sanosuke: Fine. I guess that's about right.Tae: It's all been on your tab up till now. (Don't be too arrogant.)Sanosuke: Hey, why sweat the details. (How'm I supposed to pay, anyway?) Well, what kind of picture do you want?Tae: "The Swordsman Iba Hachirou" by Tsukioka Tsunan!Sanosuke:.