You've been laid off, and now you're not getting laid anymore by your powerful executive wife. She puts her high heels on the coffee table and complains about the weak, watered down whiskey you give her. She asks if you've done your chores and applied to a few jobs today. Your answers don't satisfy her, and the fact that you do housework when you clearly can still afford to pay a maid on her salary alone humiliates you. She scolds you for wasting time jerking off and not being productive. She kicks off her heels, and instead of asking for her nightly foot job, unbuttons her blouse. She says she has a use for you. She wants total luxury and more wealth, she teases you, spreading her thick legs, showing sheer gusset, and talks about divorce, dividing things in half won’t satisfy her, kiss her ass, you don’t deserve her bare cunt and you’re never going to get it again, you’re completely worthless. Worship her pussy in pantyhose. You’re mine, she says, I can do whatever I want with you, I'll squeeze you with my powerful thighs, she says. She encourages you to jerk off and submit, feel my thighs, I’ve been working out, she says, you’re mine. It’s turning me on, this is the only time you’ve given me real pleasure in months, try to get away, you can’t. Not only does she have a high powered job and you have nothing, she's physically stronger than you. Remember when I made you sign that expensive life insurance policy? You’re worth more to me **** than alive, she says. She'll make it look like you did it, set you up with a belt in the closet. The pantyhose protects her from transmitting DNA. Unemployed men can’t do anything but ***. So expire, while she cum on your face by scissoring you, cumming to the idea of how good it will be to be free of you.