Why did I think that you were cheating? How could I believe that of you? I should have trusted you, the loving man I married. Instead I walked out on ...ou.All I can say in mitigation is that my father cheated on my mother, my uncle cheated on my aunt, and my brother on his wife. I had a family of cheats and was accustomed to men cheating. My mother and my brother's wife accepted their husband cheating, but I determined even before I met you that I would not put up with anything like that. You. “You are not my mother, you cannot make me clean house,” Danny shouted back. “You are ONLY a guest here girl, you are abusing that privilege,” my wife countered. “Fuck you, you are a hateful old bitch,” Danny screamed then ran to her room. My wife started crying. I hugged her and told her I would handle Danny. “Whatever you hear, do not come into the guest room,” I instructed my spouse. I stormed down the hall and flung the door open then said; “You ungrateful little shit,” I grabbed. He had practised wax play on his females but he had never had it done to him, his ex wife dominated him, he never wanted to be a sub again but it felt so right just now, so good, his dick wasn?t complaining that was for sure but it was tense, worried about what the thick hot wax would do to his body.In an instant he found it and he screamed, he almost fell of the table as Sarah gently poured the steaming hot wax over his back, trickling the wax down to his ass?She stopped, but only to take his. Both Babs and Liz thought it looked too pretty to just wear at the beach, but it was also a little too risqué to wear out, at least back home. Now, without the kids around, it might be good for an island getaway. She took it into the bathroom, where she had some cuticle scissors in her toilet kit; she used them to cut off the tags. After a very quick shower, she dried off and pulled the cover-up on. It was a wrap style, but with a tie on the inside and one on the outside holding it together. It.