Not knowing how, I pressed back, as if denial alone could change reality. Something shifted. A blink of the eye, and everything was normal once more.T...e gun was on the floor. Not some gaudy accessory, but the cold steel I had carried to rescue my wife. Once again, I wore my simple black t-shirt and faded jeans. With that perfectly flat chest and gym rat physique I had worked so hard to develop.“What the hell was that? A trick? An illusion?”“No,” he said, “a reality. THE reality, for it is. “Barry you’re the lawyer not me, could I have that in English please.” “It’s called Coercive Control. It applies to people who are in in some sort of relationship, one of which is marriage. Leaving out the paragraph numbers and whatnot I can almost quote the act; “A person commits an offence if they repeatedly or continuously engage in behaviour towards another person that is controlling or coercive and it causes that person serious alarm or distress which has a substantial adverse effect on. . I need to see this!" I responded as I eased back and directed her on her back. Quickly I slid off the bed to turn on the bedroom light. I wanted to see her piercing very clearly.With the light on, I crawled back between her thighs. I parted them widely as my face came face to face with her beautiful pussy. Her pussy lips were engorged and darker than her surrounding skin, and nestled at the apex was a fine gold ring. I slid closer until my tongue could touch her pussy lips and clit ring. With. . I buried my face into the pillows and muffled my agonizing cry 'noooo,take it out, please take it out...' The voice said '...ssshhhh, you're so tight, I just want to stay here a little, then I will pull it out, I promise. Say...alright fuck me slowly a little...' Gritting my teeth I complied and whispered '...alright...fuck me slowly...' I gasp. The voice said 'since you ask, I'll be quick...' I cried softly '...noooo, you promise to be slow...' He answered '...if it' will make you happy,.