.. but, he called you a slut," he voice is waning as if slowly comingaround to reality. His body is literally falling down as his shouldersslump and ...e resumes his sad-sack posture."Mr. Slut, I believe that part of the barriers that we are witnessingtoday come from your unacceptance to face reality. Sure, she's dealingwith her own issues and we will get to them shortly, but you have toacknowledge that you made her a Slut when you married.Oh, that was an amazing day that was! I wonder if he. We ate well, although Bill and Theresa were itching to get back outside with the fireworks. And Cindy.Cindy and Theresa helped Ann clear the tables and secure the kitchen after dinner. Jim and I moved outside and started setting up the bigger fireworks I'd purchased."I need a place to site these, Jim," I said."Dan, you spent some bucks here," he said, eyeing the collection of pyrotechnics."I thought we might want to set the neighborhood back on its heels. Sometimes fun costs money." I unloaded. I grabbed two small goblets of cider for myself and my pixie-faced submissive.The saleslady returned and talked with my Slave outside the curtain. Shopping can be a very involved process for some I imagine. As you may guess, it wasn't for me. This establishment catered to the former clientele yet didn't forget there was often someone like me tagging along."You try those on and I'll be back in a few moments." The mid-forty-year-old lady came up to me and smiled professionally. "Is there anything. They both laughed at Maryanne as shesquirmed on the cart, her legs bent back and fastened on each sideof her head, her red ass twitching and squirming. She begged bothof them to jerk her off but her ex was content to merely slap herass a few times and pinch her swollen cuntlips. His girlfriend wastoo embarrassed to do anything herself but they both had a goodlaugh watching her struggling as Michele teased her asshole withher finger. Several of Maryanne's competitors came back for asecond time,.