.. just surprising that she'd actually voiced it aloud.“Punish me,” she said again, her voice strained and scratchy. “Please.”“No,” I said...simply, though the refusal was far from simple. What I wouldn't give to punish her.She let out a frustrated but short scream and stepped to the wall, then slammed her fist into it over and over until I rushed over and grabbed her wrist to stop her, the scent of blood hitting me square and rendering me feral for the briefest of moments. But a brief moment was. And so Peter looked forward to the day he would invite Sean into the inner sanctum of his own fetish businesses, especially so if the young man pulled of the coup of enslaving and adding a certain Mrs Karen Turner into his harem of beautiful classy mature bondage slaves.For having lost his initial quarry Grace Freeman, after the silly bitch had decided to return to her wimp of a husband, always a believer in one door closing and another opening, exactly that had happened with one of Peters. G waved a hand and four big interns stormed into the room, followed by Peter and David. Daisy's eyes pleaded with Peter but his face was emotionless. The interns carried her to the bed and held her legs open. Peter walked around the other side of the bed and pressed her shoulders flat. He leaned forward and said gently, "stop it. This is why you're here, this is why I brought you here. This is the only reason I wanted you here. This is what you do, don't you understand? This is what you are. Get over here and lick my dick clean baby, get down there and lick your white married pussy juice off my black dick and balls, Get on down there.''I couldn't believe what I was doing for the boy.''YEAH baby squeeze my black dick, lick that white goo out of my piss hole baby, YEAH!!!Yeah look at that nice wedding ring Mrs. M? So Sexy, your wedding ring holding my black dick, Yeah!!!! You one nasty bitch Mrs. M, Damn!!!! Dats it lick my balls, YEAH, thats it, like that, YEAH!!!!I looked down and.