It's not supposed to be easy. Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you're suffering excites me." I swallowed and she continued. "As a matter o... fact, I'm excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again." Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn't have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustration. Written on the side of it in black magic marker were the words: RECEIPTS AND SHIT. He carried it over and upended it over the desk. Approximately ten pounds of paper scraps, receipts, cancelled checks, junk mail, and a few bottle caps and cigarette butts came pouring out.Jill was appalled. Her mouth dropped open. "This," she said, "is your file?" Well... I'll admit it's a little disorganized," he said, "but everything is there. Well... most of it's there."The two accountants stared at the heap. Meet girl/boy; court for x weeks; get engaged; wait x weeks; get married. That was the way of the world, at least in our little city.Barbara was quite intelligent and was definitely attractive. She was also a pretty good cook and was always very attentive. At first we were both really happy but eight months into the marriage one little incident gave me a tiny glimpse into an unsatisfactory future. Bob Jenkins, the manager of our department had a heart attack and was forced to take early. "So you stand here in my kitchen filling your diaper up like a littlebaby girl. You are only three steps from the bathroom but instead yousquat down spreading your legs apart and poop in your diaper. Did babyNikki ask you Beth to use the bathroom?"I look up at sis grinning from ear to ear. "No he I mean she just startedto walk over to the counter to grab the drinks like I asked, and hestopped right there. I looked again and SHE was squatted down poopinglike you seen mommy." I'm sorry mommy I.