Show your husband what kind of slut you can be. Without a thought, Danielle spun around and swallowed up his dick like it was her last meal. She was ...slurping away as she suck and licked it, savoring every inch. Good girl, he said pushing her back to the floor. She rolled over and offered her ass to him once again. This time he shoved his cock right in, pushing her hips down to the floor. Do you want me to cum in your ass? he asked. Yes!! Fuck yeah! Cum in my ass baby! Tell your husband. His victims weren’t aware of it, but he’d become exceedingly good at reading their minds. That was how he knew how to break them. He’d listen carefully and attentively to each and every one of their thoughts and then decide his course of action –his torture technique- based on the information he’d acquired from them.He started paying close attention to her mind and was even more surprised when he found out what her inner thoughts were. Whenever she was being tortured, she’d lose herself in. Suddenly two more blows in quick succession. "I told you to count andthank me between each stroke" Three," I yelled, "thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another" We will start over from the beginning and see if you can get it rightthis time. I sure hope you are not learning disabled for your sake."Whap!!! "One! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."Whap!!! "Two! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."Whap!!! "Three! Thank-you Godess Kim, may I have another."Kim kept the strokes coming. I had gone out to a friend's 21st birthday, and it had broken up early, too many of the revellers too heavily drunk to go on. For my part, I drank steadily rather than heavily, knowing my tolerance for alcohol. And despite that had almost half a decade on the others there, I drank them under the table! They had one beer, then two, then chugged a third, their words becoming slurred, their steps sluggish. But I drank my own favourite- Rum and Coke, the smooth Bundaberg brand imported from far-off.