In fact, every slave that I had my hands on turned into a sobbing mess within the first few minutes of waking up. But apparently not this blonde. This...blonde was really something else. Time to step up the ante.I grabbed the blonde's hair and yanked her to cut off her airway once more. As I held her head in place, my other hand prodded her pussy until two of my fingers slid into her dry snatch. "You will be sorry talking to me like that, slut." I hissed into her ear.I began to finger-fuck her. She offered me money but then I denied because, it was not a big amount and I wanted some other benefits, that I thought only I knew.We had a good dinner and then she sat with me chatting while watching the TV, and during this we saw one hot and streaming scene. She asked me, where is your wife? I don’t see much of her now a days? I said she is at her parents house, because she is pregnant. Then the matters got into some more personal talks. I asked her about bhaisaab, kids etc. she seemed sad. None of that load was wasted dripping off the chain, and she laughedat his surprise, his volume, and his lack of control. He was shown the door and the next guy was let in, a tall college kid thatimmediately tried to talk way too much. She shushed him and her guardian explainedthe rules about talking. He was told that since he probably could, she wouldmake him cum twice, letting him recover while she gobbled the next guy, ifhe would be absolutely quiet while he watched. He nodded in agreement,. ” Ms. Cougar shouted with every stroke. Cobalt dutifully worked on Chris’s cock and soon got him quite hard. But the awful pain of the cane strokes prevented him from relaxing enough to get even close to an orgasm.“Doesn’t his ass look just perfect,” Ms. Cougar shouted. “Ten more strokes and I bet you’ll be bleeding.”Diane whispered something to Ms. Cougar. She stopped caning Chris for a moment. At first she seemed angry. Then she smiled.“Of course, Diane. Since you ask so prettily,”.