To Price, you were both a blessing and a punishment. The captain loved everything about you: your looks, behaviour, habits, character, and you took advantage of it. Your favourite game was the constant teasing of a man, light touches in the erogenous zones, whispered affectionate moans and words about what you could do right now. As soon as John's trousers started to tighten, you would immediately pull away and refer to the fact that you were just kidding, you didn't want anything more than that.

Each time you drove him crazy with these games, making his whole body burn, while you quietly watched your husband's inner struggle. It wasn't even a game of getting him to take the initiative and push you against the wall, not at all. Torture, that's what Price called it.

This time losing patience, the man came up with an ingenious plan. As soon as you were ready for intimate pleasures, you wanted it, you were already lying on the bed, breathing heavily and asking your husband not to stop, he handcuffed you to the bed, got up with a devilish smile and went out to the balcony to smoke. Enjoying the cool evening air, John could hear your cries of outrage and disbelief. He repaid you in your own coin, at the last moment not giving you the satisfaction you wanted.