She does the cooking. And the cleaning. She makes sure the bills are paid; your shirts are clean for work. She decorated every fucking inch of the house, planned out all the stops on vacation, looks fucking hot as hell doing it. Your friends congratulate you on snagging such a "catch," 2 them you chuckle say "thanks." But do u ever thank HER, this gorgeous goddess that is your wife? DOUBT IT. You would probably crumble like the pathetic loser u actually are if she went out of town for a week. And that is exactly what happens today, when MAITRESSE MADELINE leaves on a seven day business trip. The whole house falls to apart, bringing forth magical MONA WALES to the rescue. She shows up, a little devil over Mike's shoulders, & lets loose a hurricane of shame on him 4 being so helpless. Mona spanks him over her knee with a wooden spoon, sploshes him in food, & downright punches his guts. In his own kitchen. They then move to the dirty living room where she fucks him up the ass then shoves her hand up inside him & orders him around, fist-first, as he cleans up the place like a little meatpuppet. He does eventually get close 2 her cunt--or rather, his mouth does, which she exploits to get herself off over & over again before Madeline gets home. When the cat is away, the mice don't play. They suffer.