This is true. You see, my brother was working as a printer down at the local paper years ago. Back then, he was a free spirit with hopes and dreams and a drive that just wouldn't quit. I couldn't stand for that, so I tied him to a chair and forced him to watch as I pleasured his wife. Also, I slapped him around some.
Come the morning, he was broken, an empty shell of the happy-go-lucky printer that he once was.
TPBM never saw that one coming.
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