Otherwise, you both will have a hard lesson in the future. I speak from experience on this. You don't have to be a Dom or her a slave, but she must kn...w that she is your slut. You have to take ownership of her, or someone else will.'Shelly looked at me and as she did I realized what Sam had said was true. She had started to look to him for her orders and had been paying less and less attention to me. My thoughts were torn though. I had never been one to hit or want to hit my wife for any. Whadda ya think of that?”“Perfect. Your omelets really are good, Tim.”“Hey, you are supposed to be on my side there, little girl. What about my omelets?”The panic rushed across Carmen’s face. “Oh. Um. No, Mom. Yours are good, too, but Tim’s are all light and fluffy and always look like they’re cooked perfect.”Mother stared down daughter across the kitchen counter. Juanita leaned closer to her daughter. “Yeah, his are pretty good aren’t they. Maybe we can get him to cook for us.”“Nah. All he can. Next, my feet were lifted, gently yet firmly, to rest on the shoulders on one lover sitting in front of me. His hands slid up my legs as my heels rested against his chest. Up under my skirt until he lifted my tight ass off the chair. My other lover smoothly pulled my skirt over my hips and ass as I was lowered again and hands were slid down my legs to finish removing my garment. Clad now only in my bra, garter and stockings and heels, I felt them move away from me. I let a small moan of desire. The back of his head came apart in a spray of skull, blood and hair. His hat raised up in the back then slid slowly down over his face. The man fell backwards with the blow of the bullet, his head lying in the middle of a dried dried wagon rut, his arms and legs jerking and twitching as his last breath escaped his open mouth. His gun still in its holster.No one said a word for at least a minute. Tom looked around at the crowd that had gathered to see the injun deputy try to face the man down..