Luce and Mom are close, but they aren’t exactly giggling besties and I had already established that for whatever reason, Mom didn’t like Marcie“...ould you tell me if there’s anyone you would tell the reason you don’t like talking about sex with your children to?”Whew. What a mouthful. But she answered straight away.“Yes.”“Is there anyone you would tell the reason you don’t like talking about sex with your children?”“Yes.”“Would you tell me who?”“Yes.”“Who would you tell the reason you don’t like. It was almost like a sales negotiation. I KNEW at this point whoever spoke first was going to break. She was naked on her knees, phone held out, silent. I motioned for her to start rubbing her cunt. She looked at me as if to say no and I raised my hand as if to slap her. She told him she was being ordered to rub her cunt for me. He broke. "I understand."I asked if he'd ever fucked her in the ass. He confirmed he had not. As I lead her to the bedroom I said, "That's because you've. After some time, he cum in my throat. He destroyed my mouth, and I felt like a real whore with an alpha man’s cum in my throat and spit all over my face.But I liked that feeling of a whore, and it was visible on my face.Mr: So you like it rough, whore, don’t you? Tell me, I want to hear it from you.Me: (in shy voice) Yes, master, I like it very much. I want to be your personal whore.Mr: I knew you are a whore from the start.Me: Please remove the ropes. I have to wash my smelly face.Mr: You. It was like her shorts and panties weren’t even there. All she felt was rope and cunt and the gigantic bag of her bladder pushing her harder and harder into the knot.“It’s Kayla, right?” Miss Kristy called up. Kayla, her eyes screwed shut, managed to nod.“I thought so. Now Kayla, I’m going to help you, but you need to do exactly what I say, OK?”Kayla nodded again.“I’m going to climb up this rope to you, and i’ll need to be able to get high enough to hold your waist, OK?”Kayla nodded and tried.