You can't touch

Why do you always want what you can have? You love when I treat you like you're invisible, not acknowledging your existence. You like it better in the bedroom...when I do actions in front of you and not letting you join. You love being put in your place, being reminded you can look but can't touch. I give you just so much room that you enjoy being a shadow in what would be my sexual enjoyment. You wish you could be in the same room watching him fuck me. Seeing the expression of ecstasy on my face as he enters me knowing you could never give me that kind of pleasure with the excuse you call a dick. You're lucky that I even let you touch me. You should thank me everytime you get to brush up against me, or even be allowed in my bedroom to watch the very thing you wish you had. I should remind you how lucky you are by letting you clean his mess up off of me. Or even while he's still inside me. That's what I should make you do, eat my pussy while his dick is coming in and out of me. Is that what you think you deserve? Or is that what you want? You know you're never going to get what you want by the way. I'm just going to let you sit back and enjoy the show, until I allow you to join me.....