“Come here, I wanna talk to you,” Vicky instructed. He walked over and sat next to her on the sofa, hoping that the tone he detected in her voice was not anything to be concerned about. “D’you remember where you said you went to lunch Wednesday of last week?” she queried. “Uhh, not really, that
Mike became the women’s domestic slave
Martha had experienced a welter of emotions since her husband had been put in his place. She had been thrilled to see her huge hunk of a husband fall before the savage fighting skills of her slender female lover. Then, as she watched the man she’d married being reduced from a proud male to a