She was dancing and singing as she was working. Not noticing as the hands were filling into the kitchen. She turned around to place the dish of roaste... potatoes on the kitchen table when she saw the men looking at her and let out a scream. She safely put the dish on the table and turned the volume on the radio all the way down. ‘Get out of my kitchen, the lot of you.’ She yelled. The men not used to having a woman, never mind the boss’s wife, yell at them, they quickly left and gathered. Do you know who I am?"I nodded, "Yes, I also know what you are, MURDERER! You killed your own children because of your twisted sense of justice, you didn't have the right to do that to them." NO RIGHT! I HAD EVERY RIGHT!" He was shouting now. "I HAD TO STOP THEM FROM EVER DOING THAT AGAIN! IT WAS AN ABOMINATION AGAINST GOD!"I shouted back, "WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD ASSUME WHAT GOD WOULD WANT? You decided that you could just kill them!"He went down onto his knees. "But it's in the Bible, its. "I explained to her that if I were to agree toassume a more overtly dominant role in our marriage, that I'd expecther to grow up more. If she wants to be my submissive, or whatever, Iwon't tolerate immaturity, carelessness, or recklessness on her part." I'm guessing that she actually liked hearing you talk that way?"Trish slowly nodded her head. "She did. She did, indeed." And do you think Mistress Patrisha's dominant influence would turn Amyinto a mature, reliable adult?" Not a chance," moaned. But first...” She took her purse and removed a bottle of gel from it. It was an antiseptic of the kind you see in every public place. “Clean your face. I don’t want their spunk making contact with my pussy.”I did as ordered, finally glad to get a bit of the stink off me.Marge simply stood waiting, so I knelt in front of her. I lifted her skirt and saw she wasn’t wearing panties. What I was going to do, not that I had any choice, still disgusted me. I tried to empty my mind as I did when I was.