Does she have an ass like mine? No, of course not. Does she make you feel the rush, the pure adrenaline I give you? Not in a million years. That's why you come crawling back to me, isn't it? You're a miserable excuse for a husband, fantasizing about a life you can never have. You see, what you need is control. My control. I'm going to own you, in every possible way. You'll pay for the privilege of jerking off to me, for the honor of being in my presence. Your money? It's mine now. Every dollar you earn, every cent you save, will go straight into my pockets. That's the price you pay for your weakness, your inability to satisfy your wife, your pathetic existence.Are you ready? I’m going to start counting, and when I say "one," you’re going to cum, splattering your pathetic seed all over that marriage certificate, completely humiliating yourself. This is the final act of destruction, severing all ties to your old life. This is your new reality, you’re mine now.