I'm molding you ... I'm making you into a sweet little pain slut for all the men in your life. And besides all that, I'll bet gold that your little cu...t is dripping wet right now."He grabbed her left hand and pulled it off from her tit and forced it down between her legs. "Feel that bitch? Feel how wet I made you just now?"Jori felt him pushing and guiding her fingers up against the lips of her pussy. He was right. Some of the wetness was from the earlier fucking and some from his cum but that. “I thought I made myself clear Mister. Now I have to punish you. Stand.” As he stood I put his favorite porn disc into the tv. “You are not allowed to look away and you cannot touch yourself. Do you understand.”“Okay.” I pushed him closer to the tv and went back over to the closet. I took out the pole I bought early that week and put it into place behind him. As the disc finished I told him to clothes his eyes again. This time he listens without hesitation. I lead him to the chair and sat him. Fast forward about 20 years. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto accident. The other driver was drunk, and was driving a company car. The company did not want it publicized, so they settled out of court with a large amount the next day. I went to the funeral. She was very shook up, as they had a good thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, call me. We met a few times and talked about different things, but no sexual tones. I was married and happy, and she knew. 'better get him to bed' said my mum and looked at me, 'l'll take him' l said. l took him upstairs having to help him as he was quite wobbly on his feet, 'come on let's clean you up, to the bathroom with you, l don't know, what am l gonna do with you, huh' l said smiling, finally he smiled to. l took him to the bathroom, sat him down on the side of the bath and wet a sponge. l started to wipe his face, cleaning away his tears. l noticed his t-shirt was filthy and lifted it off him, and couldn't.