What makes us different is that we practice domestic discipline with my darling husband as HOH (head of household). We believe that it is the male's r...le to be the head of the house and to guide and discipline his wife when she needs it.We have been practicing this for about 2 years now and are still learning. In the early years of our marriage, I was a total bitch. I screamed and cursed- around the c***dren no less! And got my way on nearly every issue. I overspent, smoked, drank, didn't clean. What happened to getting into the breeding session featured prominently in our title?! I mean, what purpose did this chapter serve? Please enlighten me.”He was right, of course. I had let the focus of the narrative get away from me and ended up writing a pretty shit chapter. I should have just gotten into the meat of the story like I said I would, and I let Dad know as much the next time I spoke with him. For his part, he actually apologized for putting a little too much sting in his criticism.. I don’t blame him for any of that. I tried to get him to go to dinner with me to talk things over, but he just flat refused,” she said.“Did he ask about me?” he said.“No, he didn’t give me the chance to even bring you up. He didn’t even want to talk about the babies. He thinks, erroneously thinks, that Owen has taken his place with them and that we are intent on cutting him out of their lives. I tried to tell him that he was wrong, but he’s not into listening to anything I have to say. And. He pulled his cock back and I wondered why so I looked thru the GH to find him putting a condom on and looking at me saying "turn around bitch" I turned around fingering my ass trying to get is loose before he stuck his cock in me. As I pressed my ass against the GH he stuck his finger in my ass with alot of lube on it then shoved his cock inside me. I moaned but kept pressing against the GH wanting it all in me. He started slowly in and out which soon became faster and faster then he would.