“Hi,” he smiled. “What’s your name?”“I’m Chloe,” she blushed and giggled. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She felt al...l starstruck and struck dumb as she stood in front of her idol. He looked good for a guy in his 60s, especially considering the stories about all the drugs he did. The grey hair suited him. It made him look more distinguished.“Hi, Chloe.” His voice was like butter and she could feel herself melting. “I’ve got a little concept going for the next album cover and I. I don’t think he was just searching anymore since his slacks were, umm tenting,” she not-too-subtly eyed the cop’s cock surge. “He ripped my bra apart. See?” She hesitated briefly, looked around at the building crowd and pulled her blouse out of her skirt then pushed it off her shoulders to brazenly show her torn bra at her waist and big, bare, sun-lit tits to the officers and all other interested parties. The sketch artist took a photo then asked her to raise the bra to her ribs so he could. I love when they are sincerely, deeply, purely humiliated and it is not just a foreplay to convince me to spend precious energies to whip their pussies.I tortured her nipples, whipped her pussy, she came two times. That was her session. Now it comes my session. The two liters bottle is empty. Time to go.She gave me the keys of her apartment and when I take the lift to her floor it’s 18.30. At this time she is already in the bathtub, like every day. She pours a special oil and the water turns. Go on. I dare you.” Those were trigger words. I learned that she couldn’t, or wouldn’t, resist a dare and would do anything to prove herself for a dare or a lost bet. Honoring the dare or bet was something she was ‘obligated’ to do, so she wasn’t responsible if she were ‘forced’ to get naked or do naked things, right? So what if she enjoyed the rush of the risk or taboo. That’s what I’m sure goes through my complicated, contradictory wife’s mind.As predicted, she puckered her lips in an “I’ll.