After an awful dinner at my sons place it is quite clear to me that his wife is simply not up to the task of dominating him! She isn't as good at anything as I am, my dear son you need to be controlled and dominated, its clear by the way you were aching for me at dinner that you miss my dominance and you long for my particular brand of cruelty. I will make you worship my legs in my sheer pantyhose, watch you ache as I dangle my heels from each foot. Watch you quiver in agony as you try not to cum until I tell you to.