You are not eighteen, you're only sixteen or at most just seventeenlike those schoolgirls in Molly's. How old are you really Judy?" "Sixteen," she whi...spered, "I'm sorry. I thought I could looklike eighteen and I knew I should not have accessed the site." "You know you cannot join Satan's Cellar until you are eighteen exceptif your parents sign a consent form. Both parents. Even then you will haveto start as a trainee and then do full slave training when you're eighteen,if someone sponsors you.". But I generally care. I truly believe I do what’s best for them. Get them the most money for the least amount of dates.”“But you can’t vet the clients?”“No, especially new ones. I usually supply the new ones with veterans, and depending how hard they are with my ladies, I make sure the next girl can handle his kink or just tell him to fuck off it he’s a complete villain.”“And if Chandi decides to stick with you?”“I’ll get her decent clients. I’ll watch how she is. Okay?”“Just don’t be greedy,. As he slapped my face with his hard cock I know I should have felt ashamed but all I could think of was wrapping my lips around the head so when he said "now suck it slut" my mouth was already trying to catch it. Kneeling naked before him, letting him use my mouth for a moment I became lost in my thoughts of finally getting the rough treatment I so crave and can not get from my loving husband that I wasnt prepared when he jerked me back to the present by pulling me up by my hair and ordering me. He screamed “You little bitch!” as he grabbed the bottle from me and yanked my arm across his desk. I caught my fall with my other arm. He then threw the rest of the liquid on me. As I tried to wipe the rum off of me it had already dripped down my body making my already hard nipples get harder and goose bumps arise on the rest of my skin. He walked around the desk and stood in front of me with a smug smirk on his face. “You think you’re so smart don’t you?” He grabbed my wrist and twisted it. I.