In this bedroom scene, you edge me over and over, starting with French kisses, then a handjob (dear husband, enjoy the best handjob ever), then a blow job (dear husband, enjoy the best blow job ever), then a nylon footjob (dear husband, enjoy the best footjob ever), but no intercourse until you persuade me to sign a five million pound insurance policy, double indemnity for accidental . Having signed, Now, Michael for the best sex in your life. Here you fuck me in various positions, but saying to me, Dont cum, not yet . . . not yet. Hold edge. Hold edge. Are you ready to explode? Cum in this glass. Scene 3: The Accident The next morning, we are both in bed still. Did you have fun last night Michael. The best sex of your life. Lets celebrate. Have a glass of champagne. Here you me hand a glass of champagne, into which you have slipped a drug. Oh Michael, you are paralyzed. It would be a most unfortunate accident if you were to choke on your own cum. [Here pour the glass full of cum into a funnel, heading for my mouth] Such a dangerous hobby, Michael, eating your own cum. Oh dear, your paralyzed muscles cannot handle the cum. You are choking, choking. With an empty glass in your hand, and traces of your cum in the glass. Too bad the drug is not detectible. Too bad I was in the next room and did not hear you. Goodbye Michael. The most rewarding marriage I ever had.