Now that the maid was gone, it seemed that whenever I got in at night thehouse was trashed. Daphne was quite often sitting in front of the TV,sometime...with a male friend, of which she had a lot of them? platonic, she said, butmany were ex boyfriends. ?Hey babe? she'd say as I dragged in from a long day? ?Didn't get much done, but there's some kinda TV dinner thingie in the kitchen?youknow I don't like to cook.? But you fired our cook/housekeeper, I argued silently.But I couldn't get upset with. I apologized for my short fuse and thanked him for his understanding.As I walked out of the office, I looked up at the sky and realized it was the first time I'd done so in weeks. The sky was a brilliant blue and the cumulus clouds looked so full and inviting. I've always wanted to lie down in a room of clouds, knowing that it wasn't possible, but imagining how fluffy and comforting it would be. The science doesn't hold that up, but fantasy will go anywhere.I drove to a store near my house and. .. like a dirty filthy submissive slut! He fucked her hard, fast, and deep. He fucked her like there was a time limit on pussy and he was behind schedule!Etan pounded into her so hard he could hear her grunt as she was forced up against the mattress. But she loved every hard, angry thrust, every slap of his cum-heavy balls against her pussy.This was what she had wanted from the beginning because this is what she knew he wanted. She knew he wanted a fucktoy, a slut willing to take whatever he. The room feeling colder than it had ever before. My neck on fire against the cool air. Unable to stop myself from collapsing, even if I had tried. Before I could think I felt my cheek crash into the floor. The slapping of my flesh ringing through my ears, pounding through my head. I tried to open my eyes. I struggled with the weighted lids. Only able to peek from behind my lashes. Hardly able to see anything except his shoes. My vision coming and going with every slow slight blink. Watching his.