I put you in chastity weeks ago and said that I would only let you cum if we got married. I teased you until you proposed, and we flew to Vegas to elope. Today it's finally time to have sex. I show you the rope and tell you to get on the stool. You protest, but I say explain that it will make the orgasm so much better. You get on the stool, I put the rope around your neck & handcuff you. I sit on the bed, posing my legs & watching you. I know that I have another foolish man at my mercy. I don't really want you; I want your son. I love messing with boys, and he's just perfectly ripe for me. I begin stroking you as I slowly reveal my plan. At your funeral, I'll make my move. Boys grieving their fathers are so susceptible to an older woman. Yes, I've done this before. I'll climb into his bed that night when he's crying & have my way with him. I'll seduce him every night for months until he's my mindless sex slave who I can rent to other women who share my fantasies. If you can hold off cumming I might let you go. But we both know you can't resist me. No man can hold out for long, even knowing his son is in danger. I count you down to orgasm & to your inevitable end. I kick out the stool, and as you sway I fantasize out loud about how I'll touch your son.