Jacqui had placed candles and flower petals all over their bedroom, creating a beautiful romantic glow. ‘I wanted it to be perfect for you’ she wh...spered. ‘Hon, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect evening than this. It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful, you are the absolute rock in my life and I love you more than anything.’ With that, Sam set his wife gently down on the bed. He slowly made his way over her, kissing her gently, making his way down. He could hear her moans, and feel her body move. She said nothing but looked intently at his application and resume. He head barely shook displaying a slight disgust."Useless, irrelevant, waste of time," she whispered out the sound of antipathy in her voice as she looked at the meager work history. "Liberal arts, communication major," she spat the words out. "What a useless degree, speech, drama – it is just an absolute waste of human effort."He had applied for data entry clerk, he was certain you didn't have an interview with an executive. Before too long he had her hooked, new evening plans requiring preparation.Fancy dress, he said, and her eyelids fluttered. Costuming and dress-up games fumbled in the walk-in closet, peeking and groping and kissing. The uniform of the well-kept slave rolled over her teasing almond skin, clutching her like a possession of great value.Latex rubber, in deep aubergine, rolled over her toes and up to her novice thighs. Jezebel giggled naughty, and smoothed her glossy limbs with tender caresses. She. "She lives in an upscale neighborhood and belongs to an exclusive country club. The car she drives should reflect her social status. Driving a ten year old Toyota is bad for her image." It's only seven years old," I said."Whatever. It's just doesn't fit the image of someone of our social status," Trish said.I looked at Megan for some help but she wouldn't even look at me."Just what social status are you talking about?" I said. "Megan and I aren't millionaires. We are just ordinary working.