Sex slave punished by husband
I furiously roamed through my overloaded purse to try and locate the house keys I?m standing on the front steps of his house with three bags of groceries and can?t help but think that I?m not going to make it. If I couldn?t finish making my husbands? dinner before he came home, there would be hell to pay. Images of what had happened two years ago when I did not meet his unbending demands conjured up in my mind and that fear made me look even harder for those damn keys. I had...