Dan turning 30, huh?. Well I ain’t sending his little whore-wife home to him until she fucks 30. How do you like that?” Dan snarled at her. “Jus... one more thing cunt, put this on too.” Dan drooled on her as he slid a leather blind fold over her head. “You can’t see or speak, but you are damn sure gonna hear!”She felt the cold blade of a knife on her ass, and with one quick flip of the blade her panties were cut away exposing her to any person that might walk in. She heard the flick of the light. “I’ve not seen you for so long,” he smiled. “I’ve missed you.”The barefaced cheek of the man was incredible. Wasn’t it Tony who had broken our relationship the moment he realised I was about to leave my husband for him? Wasn’t it Tony who had a stream of affairs with married women behind him and a wife in mid-divorce? Hadn’t I just seen him with another women in his arms?And yet here he was, acting as if the last year hadn’t happened; as if we were still the close family friends we had been up. But there was no timber. At least Miriam could be grateful for that, it meant that her neighbours were no better off. True, Mrs Wright, 20 miles away, had bought an organ which she was always boasting about, but it did look a little out of place in a sod house. Her children went around barefoot in the summer, too. Boots were an expensive luxury when the weather was warm and the ground dry. When the winter snows came, the barefoot children wrapped several layers of rags round their legs and. Saving and investing wisely, I was literally debt free and financially independent at the age of 28. No worries, No problems or so it seemed.I'm now 29 and my situation has changed drastically and dramatically. Before I tell you how I got into the position I'm in now, let me describe the situation I'm in at this very moment. Right now, I am cooking breakfast for my Master. He likes fresh squeezed orange juice, coffee, poached eggs, bacon and biscuits made from scratch. My long blonde hair is.