Slutwife Story - One Hour
She didn’t know why he made her do this, but every week she did it. Their car was pulling into a large, circular driveway, and she gazed out at the rolling expanses of lawn surrounding the stately home. Her husband was silent, as he always was on this drive. She didn’t know who the man was that lived here, or what sort of hold he had over her husband. It dawned on her that she didn’t even know the man’s name. To her it was just ‘Sir’.
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