" I'm a little past needing bail," she said. She tried to sound sarcastic, but that was difficult to do with her voice at the edge of breaking into so...s."Oh!" he said suddenly and took the card from her hand. "Wrong side up," he added as he handed it back to her.The card now said in raised black script, "William Wilson, Sentence Negotiator." Beneath that it said, "Guaranteed Minimum Slave Sentences."Vicki looked up at him and said, "I don't understand." Do you mean you haven't discussed the. My wife had begun to complain that I was not there enough and that our children missed me. She also started to complain about our lack of intimacy. In her words, "A peck on the lips as you walk out the door does not constitute a romantic, meaningful relationship!" As anyone knows, when the wife isn't happy, nothing much goes right around home until she is.I was getting stressed out about it, too, but I didn't know what I could do to change things at the moment. I had to succeed in my job.. When she got it to her crotch, she fiddled with it until she had it positioned and then tightened the straps. Finally, she was standing there with the big fake dick sticking out from her like she had a massive hard-on the size Robin had never seen.Paige broke her stare by saying, “You going to get ready, or you chickening out?”Robin didn’t reply but instead swung around on the bed until she was lying on it entirely. She then raised her legs and slipped her bikini bottoms off. She then tossed. When I found her undies drawer, I was in heaven, all of the pretty colors in lace and satin. I started putting the clean ones away, and as I made room for them, I noticed a lacy item that I could tell was more than just panties. Pulling it out, it looked like a swimsuit made of lace. I knew that I had to try this on. I was a little confused as to why there were snaps in the crotch, but I got myself into it, and pulled the straps up over my shoulders. I loved how the lace teased my little.