Mistress Flaxen rants about the evils of men, puncturing platefuls of food with her spike heels to prove her point.  "They can be kind of cute," she allows, setting up the admission of Slave Bob and his unwholesome expanse of grey-white ass framed by a leather jockstrap. Slave Bob substitutes his saggy body for all the men who've ever hurt Flaxen (and there are plenty of 'em), ecstatically enduring her array of torturing toys and moodswings.

Flaxen and Bob aren't young and beautiful, but Manhater deserves a recommendation for its authenticity. It isn't pretty, but it's real.