Talk:Hellhound/@comment-201.141.154.232-20160405045306/@comment-27069434-20160405225859

My wife stares at me for a few moments, then clears her throat and asks me if something has happened, since I came all the way to her work. I briefly explain her thaat I need these classes to (ahem) man up a bit. "Oh, really?", she asks in a tone suggestive enough to set some of the attendees minds on more frisky speculations. "Ok. You've actually come at the right time," se seems too happy about this...

A few minutes later I stand in the middle of the dojo and yell in an overly dramatic voice,"Help. help, I'm being oppressed!" only for one of the disciples to run up, yank me away form the instructor and commence the mock fight.

'An' that's how ya keep your prop...husband safe and at your exclusive service,' my wife summs this day's lesson up.

'You rang?', I ask her in Lurch's voice while suddenly grabbing her hindquarters and stroking her breasts, eliciting loud moans of pleasure and surprise from her.

'Guess she needs a lesson or two in keeping her "property" in check.', the Cheshire quips as I drop hell-cahn on the mat and get down and dirty qiockly.