A strategically placed box helped to cover up the erotic fondling that was to occur. During one particularly passionate, albeit, low-voiced exchange a...bout the charms of sexual intercourse, I accidentally bumped into her foot with mine. The result was not unexpected when a humongous size 13 encounters a delicate, sensitive, feminine bare foot. Although it was not truly serious I felt really badly and desired to rub it to ease the pain. Sandy would not even allow that to happen, but I decided to. I know a little bit about divorces from seeing friends on both sides go through them. The reason for the divorce didn't matter. No matter who was at fault, the guy usually got screwed. That wasn't going to happen to me. In the worst case scenario, I would just beat feet and start all over in another state. I refused to pay that bitch for cheating on me. Whoever she was fucking was welcome to her.I looked at her like a used car. I'd had her when she was fresh and new. I'd put a lot of miles on. “I forgot all about Danny.”A smile curls on Mandi’s face as she says, “I wouldn’t worry about him. He is old news.”“But I left him tied to the bed,” Veronica implores. “Not only is he missing work, but he probably has to use the bathroom if he hasn’t already.”“And do you honestly think he is going to be understanding with you?” Mandi asks glaring at her friend. “He didn’t seem to be all that happy with you being in control or leaving him like that in the first place.”“I suppose not,” Veronica. Grabbing her discarded pair of panties, she slipped then on and padded barefoot to Erica's bedroom. Strangely enough, they had not spent the night there, but had instead used another room. Going inside, she rushed to the closet. Weeks before, when she had been Mistress for a night, she had looked through Erica's extensive wardrobe. Janet had been pleased to discover that she and Erica were the same size, so she could wear her clothes. But now, rushing to find something to wear in.