The doctor said you’re recovering well, but I can’t have that. You’ve already held on longer than I thought you would, but you won’t hold on any longer. When you finally bite the dust, it’ll look like an accident. I’ll get every last dollar of that life insurance plan of yours. You know, of all the years we’ve been together, you never asked about my last husband. He was ruled an accident, too. Yours is next. I pulled the plug on all the machines keeping you alive. I stuck around long enough to make sure there would be a big pay off at the end, and now it’s too late for you. You’re so helpless, so pathetic, and your time is up. [Contains: FemDom, FemDom POV, Executrix, Financial Domination, Fetish Clothing, Latex]