The miserable adventures of Marco, my ex loser, continue. My husband arrives, and finally I can introduce him properly to that beggar of an ex: on his knees at my feet, reduced to a crawling thing, with his little cock caged. A fitting introduction for such an idiot. To make him even more ridiculous, we ordered him to dance naked. That was exactly the moment my husband’s worries about a possible fling disappeared, and he started to understand how useful it could be for us to have such a humiliating doormat as a neighbor. (Italian language)