My husband took out loans and ran up debts, then tried to flee in the dead of night! We won't let his wife escape. We corner her, smirking, saying, "Your husband borrowed money and never paid it back. Since you're here, you pay up instead! Pay us back now! You have to return what was borrowed—come on, hurry up!" Her face turns pale, trembling uncontrollably, but we're dead serious. No money? Ha! Then you'll have to repay us with your body. There's no escape! She stares at us with teary, desperate eyes, but we show no mercy. We invade the room, pressing closer and closer. "We're running out of time. Decide quickly!" As we close in, she finally breaks. Even though she hates this, her expression sends chills down my spine. The mix of fear and pleasure in this married woman drives my dominance wild. She drops to her knees, powerless to resist, forced to obey. Crushed under the weight of debt, her body betrays her. Despite her resistance, she sinks deeper and deeper. I'll never forget her eyes at that moment—despair and pleasure intertwining, a look like she's about to shatter. It turns me on like crazy. Then I whisper deliberately into her ear, "Hey, even now, you're getting turned on, aren't you?" Feeling her shoulders jerk in response sends me over the edge.