Go ahead and put your foot down."Not needing any other prodding, I snapped the stupid high heel backdown to the floor. I couldn't help but be momentar...ly relieved."I don't want you crying like a little girl again." he chuckled as hegot up and put the chair against the wall. "It's going to take a lot ofeffort to keep my hands off of that new body of yours."I stewed in anger, clenching Shannon's small fists at my sides to staveoff my rage. The smug little bastard was really pissing me off.. Puzzled I made my way to the bottom of the stairs it was unmistakable now and she sounded cross. 'Get up here will you!'I ran up the stairs wondering what the hell was going on and stopped short, in two minds, at our bedroom door. 'For fuck's sake Tony, get in here!' I opened the door and stepped inside. I noticed the smell of sex first as I couldn't really see too well. The curtains were partially drawn and the room was only half lit. When my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw my wife on. Instead of the camera's heat, I could feel your heat warming my hands. I touched between my legs and was not surprised by the wetness I felt.And I feel it right now.The camera was forgotten, I was downstairs on the bed again. in my hands I held our larger, flesh-colored dildo. I laid my body prone, face down on top of the rumpled covers with a pillow under me, elevating my pelvis, my thighs open and relaxed. I searched between my legs with the toy. I grasped the base of it with my fingers. I. I hold her hands and say loudly, “No.”Isa stares at me for what seems like ages, catches her breath and shouts, “What the fuck, why did you stop?”“I own your orgasms now, you cum only if I allow you to cum.” I smiled.Isa stares at me in disbelief. She realizes what being owned includes. I slap her thigh hard to bring her back to reality. “I own you bitch.” I say proudly.Isa starts crying, wondering what she has gotten herself into.I pull down my pants and my trunks relieving my dick from its.