When you noticed the bruises on my knees, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. You wondered if I hurt myself scrubbing the floor?! Honey, you haven’t got a clue! I’ve paid a maid for two years to scrub this little dump of ours – the bruises are from the carpet in my lover’s office – who is otherwise known as your "Boss." While you’re working away at your silly little job, I’m sucking his big fat cock only a few feet away. God how we laugh at you! Before he went away on that business trip to L.A., he gave me a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers – with a note: "Sweetie, here are tools to find hubby’s weeny - in case you need to get fucked while I’m away. But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon." Do you actually believe I’ve just stopped by your work everyday to bring you lunch like a good little wife? Good little wives don’t scrape your bank accounts dry, but if you’re too dense to realize it, why should I have sympathy for you? To be truthful, which is new for me, my cute little ass stays in your house out of pity. It’s a fair exchange as I see it. You pay the bills, and I allow you to drool and stare at my curves all night. I don’t know how much more I can take, though. You pant like a dog every time I’m near you, and it’s wearing on my nerves. You and I both know you have become a pitiful excuse for a man. I’m disgusted by your pleading little eyes and the way you come to bed with that mini-bump in your shorts. You can’t even last more then a few seconds when I do let you touch me.... Sometimes I wonder why I even stay!!!!!!!!