He knew the womenhadn't fully tested the lengths they would go to, to shame him and exposehis fetish to others. He knew that his own undeniable masoch...stic desiresmade it all quite possible. Partly because he was effectively trapped byJane's clever planning from the outset. He no longer possessed any creditcards, cash, keys to the house, or a car. Jane had made great deal of thefact that he no longer had a bank account. Above all; she had taken awayall of his adult male clothes and replaced. We’re looking to find someone with the potential to be a real supermodel. Another Gabrielle Dubois, Alicia Styles, Kelli Palmer…’ She felt her throat catch. Daly had just named three of the most sought after women in the modelling world. It would be a short audition before they threw her out, she told herself. As for all this nonsense that had gone through her mind about trying to make it as a model rather than continuing in the Met. A girl could dream, couldn’t she? But the harsh reality was. The two streams of oil hit the open flame simultaneously, lighting with a brilliant flash. The smell of burning oil filled the air and the flames reflected an evil gleam in her eyes as the snuffed out lighter hit the ground with a thump.In her best prim and proper voice, she spoke as she examined the room. "The décor is nice, but it's a bit boring and Spartan. I think it's time to redecorate. This place could really use a woman's touch. I'm thinking of starting with something timeless,. Her legs trembled and she reached between them to rub her sopping clit as his thrusts sped up. “You missed out, Steve. Your wife’s ass is so goddamn hot and tight it’s like it’s begging to suck my balls dry. Oh, fuck.” His fingers slid up her ass cheek to sink into her hip. “I’m gonna cum in your little asshole, Ms Sunday School. I’m gonna fuck you so hard your ass aches for my cock the rest of your life.” “Do it.” He withdrew to the lip of his head before crashing back inside her..