He carried them all to the car. Similarly groceries, housecleaning,yard-work, everything! Unending nattering about "compromise" and"equality"? Gone.I ...anaged his enthusiasm. I let his little boy out of its tiny cageevery third or fourth day. Most days I would permit him a "Big O" as hecalled them. I was really good by now at delivering a hands-freeclimax. Nothing on his cock; just a steady, steady, steady in-and-outof my fist and arm up his ass. A little slapping or caning and mylittle boy got. She knows that while I am a sweet guy, I have certain rules. When the rules are broken, punishment is swift and sure. She thinks that I don't know that she actually likes the "sentences" I hand out. But I do know. It's hard not to see how her skin flushes and her breathing comes in short rasps when I tell her that she's been "bad" and that I'll "see to her" later.Take yesterday, for example. Sandy knows that the mortgage needs to be paid on the 14th of every month. I make sure that there's. I said and went and made us coffee in the Kitchen. When I got back to the lounge she had taken off most of her clothes and lay on the sofa rubbing herself through her panties. She saw my prick was still at attention and leering up through my fly and grabbed it again. She pulled me to her and again took it into her mouth and played her tongue on it for a couple of minutes before letting it go. "Where's Barny?" she asked.I was tempted to ask if she wanted to suck him too but I just told her that. I watched an adventure movie sipping the wine, forcing my mindto ignore everything else. The message bleep nearly gave me heartfailure."I'll be there mid-morning; you'd better be ready waiting for me."It only took that short sentence to leave me in a state of confusedemotions, forget the rest of the film. I finished the bottle with aracing heart, fearful of seeing him yet my maddening nipples were erectand begging again.The wine must have helped me sleep, but I awoke with a thick head andfear.