Newlywed Janine Delvittio had a problem. It wasn’t much of a problem for her, but it was a giant problem for her mother who kept bugging her about it. “How could a wife not know where her husband works?” her mother would practically yell at her every time they talked. Back when they were dating, Bruce had told her that he was in a combination of sales and management at a small, family-owned japan business. When she asked what the business was, he replied, “I’m absolutely sure you have never heard of it. It doesn’t appear in any of the regular local business listings. Even the phone is unlisted.” He then smiled at her and said, “Besides, it’s in an industry that you’ve also never heard of and most likely wouldn’t understand.” After a pause and another smile, he said, “Let’s just say it is in a highly-specialized, very profitable niche industry.” Bruce didn’t say what that industry was, and after already having been rebuffed, Janine didn’t ask. He was a real techie nerd so she assumed it was some sort of engineering company, but he didn’t say. So newlywed, Janine Delvittio continued to have no idea where her handsome husband worked. Other than that, Bruce was a perfect husband. He made good money... very good money. He was a good lover... though Janine sometimes wished he spanking would be more adventurous. He was always home on time. He was never on the road for business trips. And he even helped with the housework. The only negative thing was that BDSM he would not tell his bride where he worked. Janine decided she could live with that one imperfection... but her mother couldn’t. “He might be some mob hitman for all you know!” her mother hissed one day. “If so,” Janine replied calmly, “all of his hits are local because he’s never gone waxing overnight.” Her mother dropped the subject for a while. In fact, she didn’t speak to Janine for several weeks. She kept this otherwise very competent man fuzzy-brained japan and off-balance. “There is nowhere waxing you can go where I can’t find you and annoy you.” She pushed me down. She scrambled to her feet, pushed the book at him, turned and hurried out of the library. She reached down and took my erection The doctor doesn't come back until Wednesday, because none of the other girls are due for another two months. "Ugh, fine!" "There will spanking be more chances to be with your girlfriend," Maria responded in a BDSM husky voice. He took the works others made and debased them with his craft,” I said, my blood boiling. Her feet were up in the air.