He was the husband of my ex. The husband that I had assured my ex that I never wanted to meet! And yet, here he was. And he was smiling. I was not.“...es, Lee, can we come in?” said my ex. I nodded, slowly, and unwelcomingly. I wheeled back inside leaving it to one or the other of them to close the door. They did so, he did so.Wheeling around to face them more readily, I backed up to my usual place at the table.“And?” I said. She knew what I meant.“Lee, I know what I promised. But with the change. I avoided Mr. Drake and felt a great deal of sorrow for Mrs. Drake. She had to live with him as his wife. It must have been horrid for her. Out of simple lust he had given me a job and I still hated him with a passion.Then he died and our lives changed completely.After the funeral all of the family, including the two children, gathered at the mansion. After they had spent the day and evening we spent hours cleaning up and then we all went to our own bedrooms. I was the last to go up to my room. The POWs spent the next week picking apples for Herr Youndt on his nearly eighty acres of orchards. The following week the work crew headed to help a farmer named Marvin Wenger bring in his hay crop.“Guten morgen, meine Herren,” Herr Wenger announced as the work crew climbed off the truck. The 10 prisoners climbing out of the truck looked slightly surprised at Herr Wenger’s excellent, though slightly accented deutsch.Herr Wenger continued on, auf deutsch, explaining what he needed done. He. But Tara had a masterplan.She had Kryptonite rings pierced on their nipples and pussy lips, forever takingaway their powers, except for flight. As for how they were dressed, they wore their originalmodified costumes were the breast covers were cut off and they had no capesanymore. They also had no cunt covers and Supergirl did not even wear her red mini skirt. Their cunts were also shaved ofPubic hairs too. Tara had them serve her, whether itwas cleaning, cooking, polishing her nails and.