Alethea decided to play hardball about every aspect of thedivorce. Her lawyer's original parry was that Henry was a pervert; hewas an unsuitable infl...ence and unfit to see the kids. At any rate, thekid's Daddy was all but gone. Henry would be replaced by Irene, a man-made woman, suitable to be nobody's father. Moreover, the petitioncontinued, that by getting arrested in Houston and disgracing thecompany, Henry essentially forfeited his equity stake in the company.The claim was that Alethea. She found it, a little flesh-colored nubbin the size of one of her nipples. She squeezed it gently, and there was a little *hisssss* as she deflated herself slightly. Ahhh, that's better, she thought. Christ, that peckerhead's gonna pop me if he keeps over-pumping me like that! I'm Wendy Wantsit, not Wendy Whoppers! She squeezed her soft rubber titties playfully, giving them a little kiss each. She made her way to the storeroom, when out from behind the enema tape rack... "ALLL RIGHT. ”“You gotta watch their hands and their eyes Cal, he was bluffin’. I knew he was, and he knew I wasn’t.”“How do you figure he knew you wasn’t bluffin’ Tom?”“I called his bluff and he backed down.”“Would you’ve shot him if he had reached for his gun?”“Right where his heart is supposed be.”Tom and Cal rode on up to the Fortenberry spread, stopping in front of the main ranch house. There were three men standing out by the cattle pens and a couple more out by the stables.The horses the three men. She was the woman of my dreams. A petite, dusky beauty, whowas never afraid to speak her mind.Apart from cross-dressing, I always had a strong interest in bondageand was quite submissive. While I kept all my fetish a secret fromSalma in college, I decided to let her know the about my bondage fetishbefore marriage. She seemed cool with it then, saying that since sheloved me so much, she wouldn't let something like that get in the way.In fact, she made me paint her toenails on our second night.