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Chapter Seven Mechanical Marcy It seems like forever I’ve been trying to cure Mark of his shameful m**********n habit. In every other respect I’ve succeeded in turning him into the perfect husband for me. He is the absolute epitome of the henpecked, p***y-whipped male. If I tell him to jump, he doesn’t dare to even ask me how high. He just leaps for all he’s worth — straight into the mouth of an active volcano if I should so suggest. But I just cannot for the life of me get him to stop jerking off behind my back. Granted, I haven’t slept with him once in all these years. Being a lesbian I haven’t the slightest desire to do so. To his limitless chagrin I informed him on our wedding night that our marriage is nothing but a sham, a convenient fiction for society’s sake. I did and have and