It's been a long day at work and I'm just in that sort of mood. "Come here slut," I call you loudly from the bedroom. I can hear you scrabbling up the stairs on hands and feet and then you push the door open and crawl in. I know you are looking at me as I'm bent over the dresser drawer, still toweling off from the shower I just took and rummaging through my vast array of toys. You know that your eyes should be on the grou...