.. "Well?" Roger asked. "I asked you a question, bitch." Oh, God, Roger, darling, don't torture me!" You did like it, didn't you?" Yes!" she blurted. ...Yes, yes, yes!" You fucking whore!" Yes, I'm a whore!" she cried, throwing herself against him and sobbing uncontrollably against his bare chest. "Oh God, Roger, yes I am!"He didn't touch her. "You act like you're proud of the fact." Nooooo!" she wailed miserably. "Roger, no, please, I'm not proud! I'm sick, just sick!" You goddamned well ought. If you resist in anyway, or fail the test…” she continued, “I will arrest you and take you to holding. Do I make myself clear?”“Yes Mam” I replied, feeling somewhat confused yet also optimistic at the possibility of NOT getting a DUI. She helped me out of the car and we both went into the garage, closed the garage door and then into the house. The handcuffs were still around my wrists. Once we were inside the kitchen, I saw my husband sitting on a barstool in the kitchen.“Let me tell you how. The paper started to catch fire first, but the wood joined soon after. Gina could really feel the heat on her bottom, "MOM PLEASE I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!! DON'T LET ME BURN!!!" she cried as the heat on her ass and crotch was beginning to become too much to bear. The fire spread and the flames got higher, the increasing heat was getting the gel on her warmer, but not yet warm enough to ignite. Gina got more and more desperate, she started pulling on the chains, which was no use. Finally the fire got. I can't help but take your cock and squeeze while licking the front of your neck. In response to the pleasure tingling down your spine, you lean your head back to moan slightly. I can't help but grin and bend at the waist.Bending has provided an amazing vantage point to slide your throbbing cock into my mouth as well as open my ass to your hands. As you lean your head back down, you notice the changes and suddenly feel my tongue circling the head of your cock. You moan again as I gently touch.