My Work Husband

I didn’t need to go back to work when I spend your money and save Mine. I went back to stimulate My brain, he just fell into My lap and pussy. He’s My work husband. You’ve heard Me complain about him, tell you how much I hate him, how you have nothing to worry about. But the thing about work is when you love what you do (deceive, lie, and get away with it), it never feels like work.