Now I’m going to fuck you.I said very confidently.Kashish: Don’t talk to me like that. I’m older than you. I know I’m your wife. And condoms? ...h, they were for my friend. Now see what you have done here.She angrily left her breast-covered hand and slapped me.Kashish: Is this how you would treat your Di? Stop this at once.Her hands were coupled now like she was begging.Me: You asked me not to call you that. I’m not stopping.She looked confused at how blatantly I refused. In this confusion, I. " I laughed and squeezedhis nipples, hard. Jen just moaned. I led him out into the bedroom andpushed him onto the bed, then cut his zip ties to free his hands. Hereached for me and I slapped his hands away."Bad Jen! Let's go over the rules again. I'm the boss, you're my toy.You're here because I love to train sissies. You are my little pet, younever touch me without permission and you follow my every order, nomatter how perverse. Any refusal and you walk away. You're not here byforce, you can. I'll kneel in front of you and use my mouth on your soft cock, sucking it through the fabric, using my hot breath to stimulate your cock. I'll gently nibble at the outline of your beautiful dick, feeling it grow from my attention. As it stiffens, I'll use my mouth to gently wank it, still under the fabric. Your cock continues to grow under there, forcing his way towards your hip, straining under the tight material, desperate to be free. I'll stop for a while and let your prick soften some.. As long as Vincent was kept alive, he got the dividends. Not being able to dispose of the brat had irritated him nearly as much as Vincent’s bookishness and lack of interest in sports and manly activities. His consolation was that he could at least fuck whomever he wanted to again.After Vincent’s mother’s death, Albert found that the looks Vincent often gave him were unsettling. They always made him feel as if he should be sorry for something he had done. Guilt didn’t rate high in Albert’s book.