"What are you doing home?" My mother! What was she doing home from work? And she had heard me in my sister's room. I was panicked. What could I do...Suddenly, it hit me. I looked down at the ring and grinned to myself. Suddenly, I was Amanda's twin. "Nothing, Mom," I said in Amanda's voice. "I just spilled something on myself in Biology and came home at lunch to change clothes." "Fine, honey. Will you let me in, though?" "Just a second! I'm not through changing!" I said. But what I. We had been married only a few months when things begin to take place, that made me think that she was seeing someone behind my back. Just about every weekend she would leave in the evening and return late at night. When she came back I would ask her where she had been, and her answer would always be that she had gone shopping. This was hard for to believe, as few stores stay opened that late, and the tight fitting skirts and low cut blouses she wore, indicated to me that she had something on. “I think a soft leather paddle will do the trick Julie,” I told her. “You know what they are, don’t you?”“Yes,” she responded quietly.I left her for a few moments and went into the stock room to get one of the new purchases. When I returned I stood by her side and after showing it to her I lay it down on her back and began to kick off my shoes and remove my trousers. “You’re going to fuck me as well, are you?” she asked softly.I smiled as I pushed down my boxer shorts and stepped forward and. Obviously, though, he and Jim were sexist like the husband, while every word the trio spoke reflected pure disdain and...'… she doesn't realize we have absolutely no respect for her as a woman!' Jim snorted.'Why should we?' Abdul questioned Jim.'Yeah, considering disrespect will help her screw her brains out!' Tyler interjected. But the men's abusive attitude was appealing to Fatima's lowest instincts and she displayed groveling admiration while they undressed.'I'm wondering if you'd please.