I'm back from the expensive lunch... the one you paid for. waiting at the bottom of my bed like a good bitch, waiting. you hear the steps of my louboutin heels as i walk in, before you get the familiar site. i remind you what your life is like as my cuckold bitch. as you cook and clean while i'm out with a real man. your life as my ex-husband, living chained to my bed - eating just the leftovers of my lunch, begging just for a dangle of my heels.