Layla sat nervously in the car on Wednesday as it conveyed her to Mr Larson’s home. He lived in a large three-storey townhouse. She couldn’t imagine how much it was worth.

He seemed to like that she thanked him and paused to rub his hand across her hot cheeks. “Stand up,” he said. “Remove your trousers and your underwear.”

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He smiled. “It’s all I need to do. All that I cannot fulfil elsewhere. It is hard to find a woman who will tolerate this. But, it arouses me, and if you wish, there can be a sexual element.”

Jenna could feel Fred frig her cunt with the champagne bottle, filling it with the fizzy alcohol. She was desperately holding on it, not letting the champagne spurt out of her nasty pussy as it filled her up. Fred emptied half the bottle in her cunt and pulled the bottle out. But you agreed. If you don’t respect yourself then why should I respect you?” he replied, fiercely.Mr Larson,” she called. He stopped and turned. She lowered her head. “I did not mean to seem rude on Friday.” Yes. I hope that you enjoy the experience, but I won’t go out of my way to make sure that you do. This arrangement is to fulfil my needs. You won’t always like it, sometimes you will receive pain, but I hope you will accept it. You feel the need to be dominated?” While you are in my home, you will obey my commands. However, if you wish the proceedings to stop then use the safe word ‘red,’ if you would like things to continue, but less intensely then the word ‘amber’ can be used. All pleas such as ‘stop’, ‘no’, ‘don’t’ etc. will be ignored, and I will assume you wish to continue if you do not use the safe words. That said, I will closely look for signs that you are distressed or receiving an excess of pain. Do not hesitate to use the safe words—there will be no repercussions for using them. Does he really want to spank me for what I said? He is an ass. I’m not going. When the end of the day arrives, I am going home.