That’s why I have this need.” Her hand quickened, making sharp in strokes. Her smile turned more to a grimace, her head rolled back, mouth opened ...nd she moaned softly, her hand clenched against her pussy. Her stomach rippled as her orgasm ran up her body. She stayed still for a few moments, then looked back at Mike and smiled again.“Thank you, you made it much better,” she said standing and walking to him. She kissed him quickly on the lips and said, “Same time tomorrow.” A statement, not a. He could feel himself bottom out just as she groaned. It was a groan of pain, but the deep undercurrent of it was clearly laden with desire.“I want to be your slut, Steven! Fuck! This is who I need to marry!” she cried out as she pushed her body against him, meeting his determination with a fervor that surprised even her. “Grab my hair!” she commanded, and he did. He continued to punish her for all she'd ever done to him, and she loved it. “Fuck yes, Steven, fuck! Yes! Please! I’m going to cum,. ” She slapped his ass lovingly, glad to have made the words a reality. At long last she began undoing the straps of his arm binder, freeing his arms little by little. The task done, she tossed it aside. “You can sleep now.”James strained forward, pulling his legs back onto the bed before fully collapsing. Laying in the cum smeared blankets with jizz leaking out of his gaping ass, he was already drifting off to sleep, barely perceiving Jeanne’s final words before the blackness engulfed him.. So and so." Mr. Simmons," Nancy said. "I remember when Jack Black the paper editor did an article on Mike Simmons and his bad influence in town with the strip club and adult bookstore. He wondered why he wasn't in jail instead of peddling porn and pimping hookers around town. Some Captain Daniels with the police made a comment once that they had no proof he was doing that and they had conducted raids on both business establishments and never saw women selling themselves at either place.".