If you ever find yourself in Kelly's crosshairs, you'd best have your three-part apology planned out in advance! Kelly isn't the sort to suffer fools; she's already spent too much of her young life putting up with that bullshit. The day Kelly realized that she held the reins in her marriage was beautiful. Clouds parted, sunlight blazed in, doves flew and choruses sang out loud. When Kelly realized that she could be a ball-buster of the highest order, she wrestled control of her marriage from her sissy husband and never relinquished it. Kelly didn't have to put up with her husband's tiny cock anymore; she wanted a proper cock between her legs. When her husband protested (the first few times) Kelly simply broke out her strap-on and bent the insufferable fool over the bed for a little "re-education." One finds a certain willingness to be complacent with nine inches of angry rubber being shoved up one's ass. After Kelly had her husband properly broken, she brought home men as she saw fit. And if her new boyfriends wanted to see her old dog perform some tricks, then she knew exactly had to make it happen!