With Several boxes of cereal and milk and orange juice spilled recklessly into the upper basket.We checked out together, well three lanes apart actual...y, but eye contact was made and she smiled at me. I think the cashier saw me adjust the boner I was projecting and smirked. Maybe she thought it was for her. Maybe she saw them all day long, and maybe, just maybe she was hoping I’d hit on her. But I didn’t.I loaded my own groceries in my cart after the checker had them bagged. They were busy and. I typed my response quickly: What? NO! Can you just stop this please? Tell her to come home.Then I added: This can't be real anyway. I don't believe it. This is just a wind-up.I waited, phone clutched in my hand, staring at the screen.#Twenty minutes later.Dude, I'm sorry. This is not a joke. This is happening. I feel a bit bad, but in the end this is just about pussy. Nothing personal. Your wife is hot, and she really can't get enough.I walked into the bedroom and she dragged me onto the bed.. He was cruel not to tell her anything about what he had planned for her, other than where to be and when. It was another one of his games, always cruel and degrading, designed to make her feel cheap and deviant, and always so perverse as to make her weak with desire and passion. She loved him, and she loved what he did to her and she loved what he made her. She had knelt at his feet and looked up at him as he lounged before her, looking fine in his black suit and silk tie, in the heavy. I finally came out of the bathroom and saw him on thesofa with his legs open and his cock hanging lewdlybetween his legs. "Let me see you in your bitchclothes. Come over here and show me what a bitch youare". I stood in front of him and turned around,showing him my pouch and exposed ass."Yeah, you look good, bitch. This is what you wearwhenever you're here. I want you out of your streetclothes and in your bitch clothes as soon as you gethere, understand?" Yes, sir", I respond."Go to the kitchen.