In the shower I refreshed myself then spent ages making sure that every little bit of my pussy was still hair free and ready for what I hoped was to c...me. Then I went into the bedroom and brushed my hair before pulling it together at the back and putting it in a scrunchy.That just left shoes and clothes. I went through the skirts that I’d brought with me, none were longer than 20 cm, and finally decided on a black, tight, lycra skirt that could be worn as a boob tube but I was going to wear it. ”“You will not touch Dot ever again. You’re going stay married to her, though.” I raised my hand to stop Dot from protesting, “You will continue to support her, you will get an insurance policy of a ½ mill or more, you will get mortgage insurance so if something happens the house is paid, you will support any other kids Dot may have, you will not mention this to anyone, ever. If I happen to think of something else, I will let you know. My attorney will draw up the papers for you to sign. If you. All of our assets are in my name, I won't screw her but I told her to get the fuck out of the house and that I never want to see her again.A couple weeks ago, on a random day, my wife's moving truck was outside when I received a text from my nosy neighor, Vicky.The text read, "Is everything alright at your house? There's a moving truck."I said, "Thanks Vicky. All is OK. We have decided to break up, and she's moving out."I received a bunch of texts back from her that I ignored, because I really. A van had brought Lilah by just past seven and she had one little bag and that was all. Now they were talking with their new Master, Delilah and Tom Henry, and I wondered what Mr. Reiser was saying to them."I want to know what he's saying," I said, maybe expecting Mercy to agree with me, but I should have known better than that."You want, that's all you's evah done is want. Girl, you doan know the first thing bout bein' a slave, does ya?" Mercy laughed at me and I burned at the truth of her.