This time she didn’t get angry. On the other hand she wasn’t responding as well. I knew that she must be feeling guilty inside to respond. She was...quite.Wo kuch bol nahi rahi thi aur mai sab samagh gaya ki shayad kaam ban jayega. I kept on doing all this for a week. After a week I started giving kisses on app. Kiss on hands, eyes…etc types. She didn’t say anything. I started describing her how I wanna kiss her on her lips, take her in my arms, make her boobs press against my chest. All she. (Things were going out of my control)Me: C’mon kyu jhoot bolte ho.. tumne kisi se nai karwaya aaj tak… apne BF ke alawa…?Leena: nai…Me: to aditya kon he…?(her mouth was wide open)Leena: to usne number diya tumhe…Me: haan.. or ab tumne mujse nai karwaya to me tumhare boyfriend ko sab bata dunga sachai ka..Leena: (now she is cooled) thik he par sirf aaj hi iske bad kabi ghar nai aoge…Me: ok.. par aaj ache se chudwayegi to….Leena: ok.I grabbed her from the back. And kissed her neck. My hard dick. I had to hurry after her. I could have cried with shame, here I was a grown man, crawling after his new wife so she doesn't punish him later.As we entered the house Luci removed my collar and allowed me to stand."Right darling, listen carefully," she said, "These are the rules, I am your wife, therefore I own you. Any command I make must be followed immediately. You make only speak when I ask you a question; you must answer it with 'yes Goddess' or 'no Goddess'. Is that understood?" Yes. Van Norman read the black riveted tag with white letters on the dusty red dirty bulky 110v motor. There was a dusty red tin box with assorted oilpaper wrapped shiny metal parts under the hinged lid that proclaimed, MotorcyclE on the blackened brass tag riveted in the top center.(M E Just like that ... in caps.)In my solitary exploratory expeditionary quest for a drill to bore holes in the four inch square support posts, I made a secondary discovery; a freight elevator. "No Passengers" and under.