I didn’t allow her to cross her legs when she sat on furniture at home and I only allowed actual furniture-sitting when the kids were home - mostly....I taught her a signal that she had to look for as if seeking permission to sit. When we were alone, she had to kneel for me and the complaints about her knees were damned annoying at first and generated a lot of corrections, including kneeling in a cookie pan of rice - she hated that.But I persevered, insisting she kneel at my feet when we were by. After that lesson, I protested no more. I became the submissive wife. Ipetted the cat, walked the dog, did a bit of gardening and looked afterthe house. I was never provided with another car. Gordon still showeredgifts upon me, bracelets and necklaces, a couple of rings, allexpensive because he wanted me to look good, while at the same timeever watchful for male interest in me. I lost my jokey ways with peopleand had an aloof air which discouraged over enthusiastic interest.Whenever I was on my. The pleasure she was giving me was causing me to quickly reach a point where I knew I was going to loose control. I had no idea what her plans were, but I wanted a good fuck as long as she was willing. I moved my hands and touched her face with my finger tips hoping she’d get the message, but she seemed intent on finishing me this way. So instead of waiting till I was over the top I raised my knees disturbing her rhythm. Sweetie pulled off my cock, replacing her mouth with her hand. She kept. At the same desk President Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation at, with portraits of all the past Presidents staring down at us, I could imagine their reaction if they somehow came alive to watch. I could also see past her chair and out the window to the South Lawn and to Washington below. It was dark, but the curtains were open so I was hoping nobody could see up and in. As I was doing this she was m*****ing me with her foot, the pointy ends of her high-heels being rubbed up my legs.