”He paced the floor, “You will be your husband’s most prized possession. You will be his gift to the world. You represent his virility, his po...er, his prowess. If you make rookie mistakes, you embarrass him and shame him to the world. Do you understand?”In unison, we all spoke, “Yes, Sir.”“This is not slavery, you are entering into these agreements of your own free will. But you are acting as a possession, not an equal. You are not here to serve, there are hired people for that. You are. Aiyyo! Yendhukkura illa? Don’t you even care about how I feel? Only then did I realize how selfish I had been and I took a moment and gingerly asked her and do you want to get married and move away? Yes and no and I mean just because I’m married doesn’t mean I won’t love you anymore.She was almost crying by now yes it does, in fact it means that you will love him and I can’t stand to share you with anyone. She just looked at me for a few seconds and then hugged me. She was still sobbing as she. I know what your going to say, sex is just not about dick size, it has romance and desire involved in it, and a million other things. I can say your right on several levels, but when it comes down to the basics, if what you have is not hitting the right spots, things are just not going to happen.So I started off on a mission, like I stated above to get my wife into sex again, I bought penis sleeves to make my dick bigger, just did not work right, I bought a 8inx6.5in dildo to get her going, now. He lays on top of me humping me, I feel like I have a fat pig on top of me. A furry fat pig, he even grunts like one. He tells me “I want to hear you talk to me, talk dirty to daddy.” I figure now is the time to be creative, he obviously isn’t going to make me cum, I am going to have to do it myself.” I say to him, “Daddy let me get on top and fuck you like I fuck my other daddy, you’ll like it.” He lays on his back immediately, I get on top of him, and push his dick into me. I lean.