“Should I continue, or have you heard enough?” “Please continue.” I said, reaching for the glass of scotch and taking a sip. “So back to how...the affair with Mr. Balram started.” Salma said, looking down at the file again. “Mr. Tariq came for a few days and painted the basic portrait, and Mr. Balram would pose for it. From what I know, and I have no solid proof for this, just based on what a single source said” she flipped a page, “Mr. Tariq….gave your wife an order to seduce Mr. Balram.” “An. ” protested Ruiz. “With all do respect sir, if we don't go in now more people will die.” I hated what I said next, “and I know you don't want that on your conscious.” It was a low blow, but something had to be done. I could see his anger building up but he suppressed it. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth, “but you and I are going to have a nice chat when this is over.” I nodded to him and sped off to get dressed. The RRU got the best gear available, and we were going to need it. Strapped. Then you SMACK my ass and I moan. ?Too bad! Little sluts who don’t obey don’t get to cum!?I hear you go off to the side and open the fridge. As you walk back, you tell me, ?Maybe this will cool you off some?.I scream as you put an ice cube onto my exposed asshole, running it up the crack of my ass and down my pussy slit, circling it around my clit and then back up. You poke it a little into my asshole and then run it down to my pussy and shove it up my cunt. I scream again, little moans coming. .being bad... needing to show me you're willing to take what I give you...so you'll try harder next time to please me. Also pretty slave, you do this because you know I enjoy seeing you in pain like that...don't I?...and you enjoy feeling that pain...for me, don't you? You'll do anything for me, won't you? "Yes Master." "I'd love to see you arching your back now...on your hands and knees...pushing that red lil raw pussy up to me...asking me to fuck you...hard and rough. You do love me to fuck.