By John W. Osborne Jr. - 30 July 2012After having been told my danglies (American: "dingle-berries") looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to t...ake the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits.Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit. He sat down in his swivel chair and pulled her on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist and with his other hand he brushed a few tears from her face. Then he grabbed his phone. ‘Good girls get rewarded don’t they?’Amber nodded.He showed her the screen. ‘So far you’ve only experienced the level one rewards,’ he said. The screen showed ten buttons all assigned with a number between 1 and 10. ‘What kind of reward do you think you’ve earned just now?’Amber shrugged.‘Go ahead.’ He said. ‘You. I know you're not closeto any of them. As for your landlord, I told him. Don't worry, he won'tbe any problem," said Bishop."You seemed to have thought of everything," she replied as the impactof his words sunk in."You have no idea," he replied. "Now, I think it's time you showed yourgratitude for my freeing your feminine side."He then began to unbuckle his belt.Natasha nodded and slipped down on her knees in front of Bishop."Take your time and savor it -- as I will," he ordered as he. "Suzanne, may I present Kenneth Guilford. Kenneth, my eldest daughter Suzanne."Suzanne held out her hand, reminding herself to be polite and slightly reserved. Kenneth looked exactly like a boy she'd had sex with earlier that day at Claiborne."I'm pleased to meet you," Kenneth said, bowing ever so slightly."As am I," Suzanne replied. She raised an eyebrow fractionally as her mother ushered them to a corner to 'get better acquainted'. Yes, Meat Market time. Normally her mother wasn't this.