Chelsea began taking pictures again."Pants down for inspection, dickless!" She said, and I shook my head. Her Nike clad foot whipped out and into my b...alls and I dropped to the floor. She pulled me back up by my hair and repeated the order"PANTS. DOWN." Said Chelsea firmly and I obeyed.She stood back and took some more pics while she laughed and shook her head at my small, ugly, but very hard penis. "Seven likes and two comments so far. Kelly-Ann says he looks like he's smuggling shrimps in his. "If she knew you were married, she should have moved on to another man who wasn't. As it is, you've lost the love of a woman you don't deserve anymore. I don't blame her at all. You've ruined a good thing and now you're paying for it. Drinking isn't going to bring her back." Fuck you!" Charles reached for the bottle but Michael wouldn't give it to him. He could tell his brother was already drunk."Profanity isn't going to help you, Chuck," Michael said. "Do you want to win your wife. She was still dressed in her dessous, a picture of pure allure.“What have you done?” I cried out to her. “Why?”She just smiled and flicked her hair.From her décolletage she pulled a small piece of paper and waved it in front of the bars of the cage.“Do you know what this is?” she asked lightly.I looked at the paper and recognised the logo at the top of the paper. ‘Hotel Thistle’. “It is the receipt for the hotel where I stayed just three weeks ago,” I said as I looked into her eyes.“Might I ask. She's too far into her own pleasure to care who's cock it is. She takes it into her mouth, and begins to suck. Ben can literally feel her lips around his erection, as he lies restrained on the stone table, a tongue skating around the head, greedily sucking.She opens her eyes, the deepest, richest blue. She tells him what a bad student he is. He needs to be punished. She's going to make him fuck her. Ishtar's voice falls into a study babble of dirty talk. The vibrator is set aside, still buzzing.