It was that man though, that guy who she was letting touch her. It made Ted crazy to watch him pawing her. “He put his hand on her ass!” he said o...t loud. The idea that she might be letting him fuck her was more than he could take. 'That could have been me, but instead I turned her down. For what? So she could suck him off instead? She sent me that voice mail in the morning. Was that before she met up with him, or did she send it after spending the night with him again?' Visions of her sending. “Marguerite is the Queen Bee. You were in her hive. She don’t like other queens buzzin’ aroun’ her hive—you know what I mean?”“Well, she won’t have to worry,’ Roxie answered. “All I’m going to do is get on that bus.”Phillipe drove a few minutes more. He stopped at a traffic light and then turned left. Roxie could see the business district of the small city ahead.“So this is the real US-1,” she said as she read to signs at the intersection.“Dat it is,” Phillipe said, “and dat is the bus station. I in the chair next to dad and snagged a cookie off of his plate. Hey! come on, go get your own plate. he sarcastically yelled at me. I smiled and went back to munching on the cookie. I must have drifted off to sleep for a moment because the next thing I remember was my wife shaking me awake. I got something in my eye. she said with urgency. I need you to come to the bathroom and help me get it out. She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the short hallway to the bathroom and quickly shut and. ”“Mistress, would you remove the handcuffs.”“No, slave, but I’ll move them to the front, but you are not to touch my lady, or you will be punished.”“Yes, Mistress.”My hands are freed, and I grab the lady’s tits for just a moment before Heather responds.“SLAVE, HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!”Heather grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach and swatted my ass six or seven times.“Ow, Ow, Snowstorm, Snowstorm,” I exclaimed”“What are you blathering about again, slave?” and she swats me twice more. “Now,.