Finally, I asked Amy to sit down in front of the TV and eat potato chips, and she was not allowed to walk around or rummage through things. After she agreed, I went to the bathroom and took a shower.
"It hurts!" Amy was holding her injured right hand and the sandbag bounced back. The stuffed canvas sandbag remained motionless, seeming to laugh at Amy's stupidity and weakness.
I punch hundreds of punches on the sandbag every day after dinner. It feels good to sweat, and it feels more fulfilling than doing homework. There was no reason for me to interrupt my daily schedule casually. Amy wanted to watch it, so I let her watch it.
Amy tilted her head and looked at me with a strange expression on her face.
Amy stamped her feet anxiously.
The expression on her face was even more proud than Sherlock Holmes had solved a hundred mysteries.
With a bad premonition, I opened the door of the big house.
Amy covered her little nose, "I only asked you to execute the sandbag, who asked you to sweat! Now the man's stink in the room is even worse! Give me a bath!"
I was so angry that I turned off the vibrator, took out the battery and threw it on the floor.
I took off the T-shirt over my head, revealing the tight black vest underneath. It felt good to tighten my muscles and filled me with fighting spirit.
"You haven't hit it today, have you? Hit it now! Hit it now! I want to see you hit it!"
Holding the vibrator in one hand and the controller in the other, he raised both hands in front of his eyes and stared at the instructions on the back of the controller.
Amy's face suddenly showed an expression of the queen being offended by the soldiers.
"That's not bad. You can also be regarded as my manservant. In this case, you can punish it on my behalf!"
The sandbag flew up when I hit it, almost touching the ceiling where the chain was tied.
"Hahahahaha, how about it! This lady is awesome!" Amy smiled very proudly with her hands on her hips.
"Cheapskate!" Amy snorted and jumped off the double bed. When she passed by me, I found that she had another unopened vibrator in her hand. She carefully held it with her hand and hid it behind her butt. , trying to sneak it away from me.
I burst out laughing. Amy is really stupid and has no motor skills at all.
"Wash yourself clean!" she said. "Although Pentheus looks ugly, he pays great attention to personal hygiene. As my manservant, you can't lag behind!"
Speaking of being angry, he raised one foot and planned to kick it again. After thinking about it carefully, he may have been afraid of being attacked by the sandbag again, so he had to put his foot down again.
Because Dad had just distributed goods to customers, several boxes placed low had been opened.
My face burned, and I shouted to Amy.
"What? Don't you understand? This is a new ancient Chinese I learned, which means I want you to stand by and protect me while I sleep! Aren't you willing?"
Amy smelled her hand worriedly, and after making sure there was no loser smell on it, she raised her head with some relief.
"A little tingling..." Amy recalled the aftertaste of the moment, and her face suddenly turned red, but in my opinion, most of it was out of excitement, and there was very little shyness.
Don't let it go! Have you studied the unfamiliar Traditional Chinese manual for a long time and finally guessed the correct method of use? How would Dad feel if he knew that an underage girl was lying on his marriage bed and using the products from our online store to commit suicide
The "buzzing" sound was still very loud, and I cast my eyes desperately on Amy on the big bed.
"These things are not for you!" I reprimanded her. Seeing her unrepentant look, I felt that I should change the perspective of admonition.
With the momentum of its falling back, and a left hook, it spun, and the chain friction made a metal collision sound, but it sounded extremely pleasant to my ears.
I have said before that the big house used to be my parents' bedroom. Ever since the incident that ruined my father's life, no one slept in it, and half of the room was used to store goods.
Amy pouted, pulled the slippers under her feet, shook the ponytail on the back of her head, and headed towards my bedroom.
Thinking of this history, her face turned gray.
Maybe I was too hard and too fierce. After only thirty blows, there were beads of sweat on my arms and shoulders.
She leaned against the pillow, half lying and half sitting in a very comfortable position. She held a pink vibrator in her hand. It vibrated fiercely on her fingertips. It was newly unpacked. She had installed two batteries and was studying it. How to use this thing.
"You stink!" After waiting for a long time, she actually said this. "ha?"
Full of anger, I went to my room to look for it, but there was no one there. Dad's study was also empty.
Three hits! If this blow hit someone in the abdomen, it would definitely send me to a juvenile detention center.
Damn, you can’t play with this thing! How could I have forgotten that the big house is full of such embarrassing things! It’s better to cover it with a curtain beforehand!
She lay on the ground for 4 or 5 seconds. Just when I was about to go over and help her, she jumped up on her own, with an expression of embarrassment and anger on her face.
"Manservant, I bought this sandbag!" she said seriously.
"I won't sell it! I use it every day! And I'm used to it and don't want to buy a new one!" I refused sternly.
"Oops!!" The sandbag quickly rebounded and hit Amy in the face, possibly even on the nose.
"Go to bed!?"
"You... don't want to sleep in the big house! You sleep in my room, and I'll sleep here!"
I hit her on the back of her hand, and she let out a cry and let go of her hand, and the plastic box containing the vibrator fell to the ground.
As she spoke, she placed the vibrating egg on her chest.
"Eh?" Amy was very surprised by my statement. "Are you saying that my mother punished me because I saw her collecting toys of losers and felt embarrassed?"
Goods from Happy Valley Love Shop.
"I told you to watch TV and stop looking around! How can you sell these goods after you unpacked them!"
I kicked the slippers on the floor back to Amy and asked her to be self-reliant and go where she wanted to go by herself, instead of always thinking about being carried by others.
She really did it, and the sandbag swayed slightly backwards, as if it was shaken by Amy.
"Just sell it to me!" Amy laughed and stretched out her fingers to scan the room. "I want all the boxes! I'll ask Pentheus and the others to move them back for me tomorrow. I'll do them one by one. Play one by one!"
Play with your sister! In addition to female utensils, there are also utensils for men, utensils for gays, utensils for lesbians, and utensils for perverts... If you buy them all back, do you want to have a promiscuous party? Did you suffer from sex addiction like other celebrities in the United States at such a young age
"Successful people, successful people..." Amy frowned and thought for a long time, and finally realized it, and clapped her hands together happily.
"It turns out that the valet's family is engaged in this kind of business! Last time I heard you say 'Happy Valley Love|Fun|Purpose|Purpose Store' on the phone, I guessed it. It's true!"
A "whoop" punch!
So she threw herself on the floor with stars in her eyes.
"You, don't play with that thing! Put it down!"
Comfortable feeling? You Americans are really open-minded! You don't have any girlish shyness at all. Do you come to my house just to pursue pleasure
Do you think it’s Wu Zetian greeting her? You can say this without blushing, but your world view is completely different from mine!
Bend your knees slightly and drop your shoulders.
For some reason, I was in better shape today than usual when punching the sandbag, as if I was really teaching the bad guy who bullied Amy a lesson.
nonsense! Is he gay or a size 0? Who wants him if he doesn’t pay attention to hygiene? Not only does he take baths frequently, he may also wear cologne!
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Amy covered her sore nose and squatted on the ground, but the position she chose to squat was extremely inappropriate. The sandbag swinging like a pendulum quickly swung back, this time just right. It hit Amy in the back of the head.
After putting on a T-shirt and shorts and coming out, I found that the TV was still on, but Amy was gone.
"Who asked you to snatch it away? I just felt a little comfortable!"
"Eh? This thing seems so fun..." Her eyes were filled with curiosity, so she clenched her fists like a boxer, and then shouted "Suffer death, you bastard!" At the same time, she clenched her fists like a boxer. Punch the sandbag hard.
"So that's the right way to use it!" Amy jumped up and tried to take the vibrator away from my hand, "Give it to me! Playing with this toy is a dream I have had since childhood! It is one of the 100 things I must complete in my life. One of the things! You are not my mother’s pawn, so please leave me alone!”
More than two hundred boxes of adult products.
"Hmm, Amy, in fact, these adult toys are only used by losers, not suitable for successful people like you."
So I stopped and stood up, stabilized the swinging sandbag, and ended today's training ahead of schedule.
She licked her lips greedily and looked at me with the same gaze as when she looked at potato chips in the supermarket and when she looked at the vibrator just now.
Now these boxes have been rummaged through even more messily, and a lot of unsightly male and female sex equipment is scattered on the floor, which is obviously not the handiwork of dad.
"Isn't it just a toy for adults? What's so great! I can play with everything you can play with!"
Hey hey hey, can you be polite? I don’t want others to know my hobbies and privacy, especially you!
"You can't hit it." I said from behind.
Amy hid away consciously, not wanting to be hit on the head by the sandbag again. She stood in the corner and made a cheering gesture with excitement on her face.
After thinking for a moment, Amy continued:
Needless to say, you can definitely see the huge movie posters of "Fist of Fury" and "Rambo". In addition to ordinary single beds, there are various easily available fitness supplies.
Without asking, he opened the door to my room, turned on the light, and curiously looked at the furnishings in my room.
"Huh?" I was not prepared.
"Absolutely!" I said perfunctorily, "Anyway, don't touch these things again, otherwise you will be tainted with the smell of a loser!"
"Hahahahahaha—I'm so smart! Successful people don't need toys that imitate the human body. Successful people play with real people!"
"Huh? Why did you buy it?"
There was a strange "buzzing" sound coming from the door of the big house.
Amy stood blankly with her hands at a distance, as if she wanted to applaud me, but she was so fascinated that she forgot about it.
"Nonsense! I have to fight!" Amy struggled with the unconscious sandbag. After several punches and kicks had no effect, she hugged the sandbag with both hands and accumulated strength for a long time like a swing, and then A life-and-death escape!
"Buy it back and let Pentheus and the other bodyguards beat it up so that you can vent your anger on me!" Amy looked at the sandbag with a sense of expectation that a great vengeance would be avenged.
As she spoke, she pressed my back with both hands and pushed me out of the bedroom. Although she didn't have much strength, she still made me quite itchy.
I strode forward and grabbed the vibrating egg with my hands.
"Then - what toys should successful people play with?" she asked suddenly.
"Use it every day?" Amy looked at me suspiciously, then at the sandbag, "Do you mean you hit it every day?"
I put on a reproachful face.
"How dare you hurt me! I will sentence you to death!" She pointed at the sandbag and shouted, "Behead the whole family! Exterminate the nine tribes!"
"You actually watch Stallone's movies, are you an old man?" Amy walked into my house with her little hands behind her back like a leader on inspection. The sandbag dropped in the middle of the bedroom aroused her interest.
Seeing me coming in with a doomsday expression on her face, she didn't take it seriously. She laughed evilly twice and then said:
"Why can't I play with it?" Amy curled her lips and said, "I have seen this thing in my mother's drawer, just under the drawer where the pistol is hidden. When I used it as a meteor hammer to hit the cat, my mother beat me hard. He scolded me and made me play the piano for two hours longer than usual!"
Who taught you ancient Chinese? Even the physical education teacher shouldn’t be so outrageous! So you asked me to stand guard by your bed? There should be a limit to how you use people! I have to go to school tomorrow!