My phone pinged again, another notification that I had just paid for something. I was kneeling on the kitchen floor, scrubbing at the tiles with the toothbrush that she had given me before she went out for the afternoon. Since then, my phone had continued to ping with payment notifications, each time that she used
Letters To A Cuckold
1.7/8/06My darling husband, cuckold and slave,I hope you’re enjoying prison. You took to sucking my bulls eagerly enough, so a nice eighteen month stint inside with all those rough criminals should suit you. I know you probably think that you only agreed to spend our trial separation in a high security unit for violent offenders