Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few sec...nds of this, Melinda spoke.“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”He looked over to her and got the hint.Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated. Now, hold those legs open nice and wide so I can get a good shotat your cunt. And after every hit, cocksucker, I want you to thank me and askme for another. Do you understand that simple command?" "Yes, sir." The belt flew through the air again, and this time I hit her square betweenthe legs, right between the lips of her neatly trimmed pussy. She cried outagain, but managed to obey my instructions. "Th-th-thank you, sir, pleasehit me again…" I continued beating her with the belt, slowly and. He could tell she wants to pleasure herself by the way she was sensually gyrating. The Voice began to have just a twinge of guilt in knowing that his a****l thought she was better off and had some degree of privacy. In reality, she was more on display than ever before. Not only could visitors act as voyeurs, there were hidden cameras placed in the tropical scenery. As a reward system, the other well behaved a****ls were allowed viewing pleasures. This assured The Voice had total domination. .." I had to take a deep breath to steady myselffor what I was about to tell her. "Because I didn't see any reason tokeep spending $8 every two weeks when I wasn't expecting to be here muchlonger... That overwhelming weight... and hopelessness... I didn't seeany other way to escape it..." Oh God Rebecca!! You're not still..." She couldn't say the rest due toher crying and holding me fiercely."No Jen I'm not thinking about it. At least not much," I said as shepulled back and was about to go off.