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.