Piłka zakneblowana dziwka Maria Marley wykręcała i walczyła

Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie. You, my dear, look way, way, way too comfortable. You don't even

look in distress. I see no sweat on your precious body. That's not going to work, honey. Not

for me at least. You, my dear, need to be totally in distress. And I just don't think

the way I've tied you works so well. Thank God I have this lovely head harness. The poor

little head is going to be off the carpet now. You didn't want those germs anyway, did