As they came blinking into the morning, Patricia would greet each by name, and converse as much as his English skills allowed. At first, this was some...thing of a necessity coupled with Pedro's innate good manners. Over time it served to cement him as a person to talk to. Later it would serve him well in business.Business was something else Pedro was learning. Patricia's part time job flourished. Given simple repetitive tasks, she performed well. The repetitive tasks soon gave way to ones. I pulled up further and could see in my mirror the driver of the truck and it sure was my wife.Watching the mirror as I drove I could see very clear her hands on the wheel but what bother me was it looked like a pair of hands on her breasts.I looked harder and then noticed the hands go under her shirt. All I can see was her face with a big smile and her breasts being massaged by a pair of hands under her shirt.I was stunned so I signaled for them to pull over. As I pulled off the road the truck. About ten minutes later, I was finishing up brushing my teeth when I heard my door open, followed by Miranda squealing excitedly. I smiled at my reflection and turned around, knowing she would come find me. Sure enough, she bolted into the bathroom and grabbed me in an almost painful bear hug. Letting me go, she stammered breathlessly, ‘How did you?.. When did?.. Were you going to?.. Is this?..‘ I tried to figure out what she wanted to ask, but none of her questions ever landed. So I put my. Then he uses the tray as a table to eat. The tray is bigEnough for two dishes, a bottle of beer and once in a while for a book toRead. And there i am standing in front of my husband with my tits burningFrom the pain while he enjoys his meal.And once in a while a he also likes to write on his “lovely table”.Under his culture a wife must prove every day that loves her man and thatAccepts his domination. He told me that in africa, in his country, it isNormal that a man “corrects” his wife when she.