Chapter Twelve
On the following Monday morning, the sun was barely up when Leon Berjinsky parked his truck in the Berjinsky Plumbing lot. He hurried his wife out of the car with a stinging slap to the taut denim covering her backside.
“Damn, girl, you look hot in those jeans…loose t**s and all! Is my strap oiled?”
Ana gave her husband a schoolgirl look of adulation. “Sir, it’s supple and slick and back on its hook where you always keep it,” Ana replied. Her husband’s spank had stung her seat, but it was well worth it seeing that Leon was full on his game today. He clearly appreciated the fact she was wearing her newest tightest fitting jeans today - all because it was Elena’s punishment and termination day. Victor had given Leon the nod to fire the slave b***h, but not before Leon gav
