He never has a chance. The moment he reaches out, Sam in on the move grabbing his hand and twisting it into a wrist lock. She carries the momentum up ...nd around his back, quickly dropping him to his knees.“Now that’s not so hard, is it?” she asks, mocking him.The bar instantly goes silent.Spencer remains emotionless, not even betraying the smirk that wants to come out over his face. “Now, let me ask you again. Give. Me. A. Name.”The man pressed against the wall is cared shitless. So scared he. ? Youpush me face first over a chair and roughly pull my ass up and pull my legswide open then you start to insert your fat hard cock into my shithole very,very slowly just a little bit more each time because you keep pulling your cockout and slapping my butt with it which is driving me so fucking nuts with theneed to have you shove it back in my hole but you are taking your time withme.? My punishment forbrutally violating your own shit hole not too long before.? It seems like forever but. This sounded heavenly to Ryan. All of his girlfriends told him he was selfish, never seeing to their needs. And that he was too quick, rushing into intercourse, never getting them ready. He thought foreplay was overrated, if you want to have sex, then have sex. Why bother with other stuff. So, maybe a little training couldn’t hurt. Ryan dialed the number, and a pleasant sounding woman answered the phone. ‘The Mistress’s Training, how may you serve us today?’ Ryan faltered for a moment. That. The last table was yelling at me to come over to them. I some how stood up and with wobbly legs made my way to them. When I got there. One big man grabbed me by the waist and sat me on the table. With dishes being pushed out of the way, he laid me back on my back.I heard him tell someone to bring him the dicks as he called them. He lifted my legs and I thought I was going to get fucked in spite of what Bud had said. I closed my eyes and lay there numb from my groin down. I felt one of the.