Tonight he began his new life as a slave. As Ivy's slave.While Charles was laying on his bed, under the blanket, he thought of Ivy and that entire nig...ht. He hated the fact that he was her slave and how she won against him.If only I listened to Brady. If only I did not go near that cliff's edge, Charles telling himself.Before Charles knew it, he grabbed some tissue off his tissue box and started masturbating over his own bed. A part of him liked the fact that Ivy was his Mistress and he was her. In it was a credit card - my wife's actually - the mate to my own on a joint account. Amanda took it with a slight tremble in her hands, and then her eyes returned to my own, as if gauging my words and trying to see if I was serious.My hand again pushed forward, this time with the keys to my wife's Jaguar. Amanda took longer to take the keys - perhaps reading too much into the offer?The woman who lived in my home became a stranger to me. No longer was she the shrill, opinionated mature woman. Between the money she made, the money she had from my big gambling win, and a bit of money I could make on the side, we’d make it.If we moved to Fargo with Cheryl, life would be a lot easier. Cheryl’s farm made good money, Cheryl very apparently had money to begin with, and the money we could contribute from selling the house in Reno and joining the family’s collective finances would mean that living would be easy. But I don’t know if farm life would suit Jenny, nor if she could find something. She shows me where she would like this item hung and I put out a step ladder and turn around to get a screwdriver and she is up the ladder showing me the exact place she wants this item hung. I look up and of course she is so sexy to me, I place myself to see up her skirt and notice she has on thigh highs with a garter belt, instant hard-on. she comes down and notices the bugle in my shorts and brushes up against it. I hang what she needs and talk for a few and we go our separate ways, her.