That's why you wear panties, a bra, and maid'suniforms, as you accept a new submissive life of service to your wife.When I think back to our time at w...ork together, it was clear you werelucky to have me on your team. I cleaned up a lot of your mistakes andcovered for you. It was clear to me then, that you should have been in asupporting role. Well Donna and I are going to address that now, so thatyou can properly serve your wife. After I unlock you, gather youruniforms and aprons, as your wife. I had no interest in the nanny."God I would love a nap, but I don't have time before the meeting with Kate," I said. "I do have time to get out of this fucking vest." I said that as I stripped right in the living room. I stripped in front of the huge street level windows. It would have been illegal probably, if the glass wasn't tinted almost to the point of being black. The Kevlar vest lay in a heap on the one big chair in front of the window. I chose to replace the same thick tee shirt I wore. " Good!" she says, "My conditions are: 1, you must shower with me every day. And, 2, you must eat the dessert I make for you every day." I said, "Is that all? You mean all I have to do is shower with you and eat your desserts, and you will stay with me for the summer? You've got it!!" She just looked at me and smiled.We got home and I went into the living room and picked out a movie. Sarah went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came out and joined me on the couch. I asked her about the. Agreed? I want one baby by each of my men. Then those tubes get tied, cut, and double fucking tied.”“Oh, hell, why not ... there’s a pretty good chance that by then, I’ll be dead, anyway, and it won’t even be my problem! I just want to put one bun in the oven to finally pass on my genes and to spite my ex-wife, Sherry. I doubt that I’ll even get it to see that one grow up. Sixteen years of marriage and not a kid ... turned out that she had been aborting my brats at the rate of one every three.