"Are your 'toes' hurting Veronica?" No Dr James. They feel just like normal feet. Shall I try and put some weight on them." If you're happy about them... then we'll have a go. I'm lowering the pulley now, let me know if you're in pain."There was a low squeak as the pulley wheel descended slowly and Veronica carefully tested her stance. "That's O.K. You can lower some more. They're not hurting."Dr James lowered some more and the pulley ropes became slack. Veronica was now standing on all four. ”She immediately wilted under Madam Beauchamps scowl.“Or,” she sputtered out, “you could try for a fifth completed spin and take home two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” She seemed to regain some of her composure as she said, “Remember, slutpuppy will have to get through forty seconds of either pleasure or pain without orgasming or giving up.” “I’ll spin,” the large black woman said gruffly as she grasped the edge of the wheel. She then looked out at the crowd and waited for the cry of. ”“Good!” Harry growled. His eyes flashed up at me from over my daughter's shoulders. “Fuck her harder, Grandma. Let's make her explode!”I popped my nipple out of my mouth. “Like the mommy-slut she is!” I moaned, thrusting hard and fast. “Cum, Vanessa!”“I'm getting there,” she groaned. “Oh, god, I am. Your shafts are filling me up. Ooh, my son's so big, and Mom... I love your dildo pounding my asshole. Yes, yes, keep thrusting into me.”I fucked her hard, my tits bouncing before me. The sparks of. "You talk to Jimmy. You let him give the money to you. Use it to pay for our divorce. There's no way I want to be married to a whore. Fucking some guy for money only makes you a whore. I guess I don't have any choice in you being a whore, but taking that money would make me your pimp. I have a choice in that and also in whether or not I stay with you." I guess we're just too different Heather. Having a lot of money or a bunch of fancy suits never mattered to me, but I guess you just can't live.