I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able...to take her to Chucky Cheeses for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I went to her school at 1:15 like always, happy to pick her up on a marvulous Friday. I didnt tell her yet, but I decided to take her with my pay raise to go see her role model. My wife turned around and just about buried her tongue in my throat. She was grinding her pelvis into me and I expected someone to come over and tell us to get a room at any moment. "Let's get out of here, she said. I want to fuck you bad!" Little did I realize just what that meant. I made it home in record time and we hurried in the door and up to our bedroom. We were kissing and fondling each other while we tore off our clothes and threw back the covers on the bed. We landed on the bed with. I tried waking him up, shaking him, yelling at him to go down and take care of his obviously drunk and passed out girlfriend all I got in return were grunts and growls, a fuck off, a stream of vomit that missed the trash and then back to face down on the bed&hellip, no help here. Went to my room, changed to boxers and a tee, and headed to the kitchen, this mess will be on me I figured. I got back to the kitchen and sat the girl up, leaned her against the kitchen island lightly slapped her. I had originally thought thatthe panty punishment decreed by Marta had been a spur of the moment kindof thing, but now I was wondering if it could be part of some plotcreated by Jordan. The pantyhose and other parts of last nights outfit,the bras Marta had purchased and put in my dresser drawer, and Jordan'spossible support of Bonny's maid proposal was making me wonder exactlywhat Jordan had in mind for me. When I eventually did fall asleep Iended up having a restless night haunted by bad.