“Sorry about what, my sweet honey?” I asked. “What do you have to be sorry about?”“I don’t know! Something! I’m afraid you’re angry wi...th me.”“I’m not a bit angry with you, darling. You’ve done nothing to make me angry.”“Okay.” You nodded your head, but didn’t look convinced. In fact, you still looked sad. “I want to be perfect for you. And when I’m not perfect, I feel you are disappointed and angry.”I looked at you seriously for a moment. “Do you think you would feel better if I disciplined. He sat silent for a bit then said " if we pay you 13.00 an hour would you come work for us"? " when would you like me to start"? " be here tomorrow at 9 am for training"? As she hung up the phone she was very pleased with herself. She would sell household items and make commission plus her base pay. She put her two week notice in at the bar that night wanting to never return to it. The next day she wore her best outfit . It was a black skirt, white button up blouse and high heels. As she. Then, a few years later I go to work for Martin and suddenly, I'm making money hand over fist. Now, all of a sudden, being the man of the house doesn't mean much. He's not supporting me, I'm supporting him. But I'm not spending it on this place, not if it's the kind of money you think it is, so that means I'm socking it all away so that, when I turn forty, I can go wherever I want, for as long as I want. I haven't told him I'm going to leave him home when I do that, or we wouldn't still be. We were stranger at the time but we clicked and became friends.As we danced, my cock was still erect and I tried my best to rub it against her. I got in a few good rubs and I think she picked up on the intent. As I walked her back to her husband she turned and asked, "have you sucked any cock lately". Hoping no one else heard her I quickly answered "no" and gave out a little laugh. I went back to my seat, looked over at them, and they both were smiling at me. I suppose she told him, I don't.