The whole time we did this I watched how happier he seemed to be. Before tonight Ian had looked down like he was taking beatings from life, but not no.... The change in his mood had me wondering if it had anything to do with me? That eight-year old girl's hope of him liking me filled my mind and now I knew that those feelings weren't completely gone, just dim. "How 'bout I wash and you dry?" "Fine," I allowed. Hopping up on the counter, Ian handed me a towel and got to work. By the time we were. "I'm 'bout to hop in the shower" I told Kayla while grabbing my toiletries and robe out of my suitcase. "Aight, I'll be sitting on the balcony" she said grabbing some wine. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. I slid in and let the warm water trickle down my back. I grabbed my soap and washcloth and lathered up my body up my body. The smell of peaches filled the air. I rinsed off and grabbed a towel I was near drying when I heard the door opening."Mr. Brown!" I yelled."Shhhh" he. "Yes Jason, that is what I want" she replied happily, "I will do anything you say as long as you keep putting that magnificent cock into me. I will be your slut, whore and slave"."Where does that leave your poor husband?" laughed Jason."He doesn't matter at all" confirmed Jane "he is just a Sissy Boy, an insignificant piece of shit. You are the only man I want, you are a real man who has made me a real woman".I was devastated that my once loving wife should say such things in my presence, to. The weight on her back was lifted, only to land hard on her uninjured hand. Had she known, she'd have put it down to the man slipping on the wet floor, but in the state she was, it seemed a deliberate move to immobilize her other hand. This view was strengthened as the grip on her hair returned, this time with double the intensity, pulling her across the floor by her mane. Sandra could do nothing but taste the tiles on the floor, her lips kissing the ground as her head seemed to be erupting in.