“stop please who?” she asked, her eyes gleaming greedily. Porn sex That no no please stop claptrap was bullshit. His hard-on raged at the sight of it. we’ll do anything you want sir..”
“Wow pretty pathetic huh?” she asked rhetorically, stopping the recording. The thing to do was feign indignation. He blinked at her, trying to look pitiful, hoping to trigger some sympathy in her, his ray of hope. God it felt amazing to lose control to her. How I put you on your knees like the helpless bitch you are? She could do it all to him. Brad ran his thumb over the girl’s chin, and down her neck, scratching her roughly with his thumbnail, using pain to keep her from passing out entirely, encountering the starched collar of her shirt. Brad didn’t answer, gritting his teeth in anger and humiliation. Her eyes half-open, swirling across the ceiling in confusion. “Let me ask you, what would you have done if three Zeta pledges were over at your house on their knees begging for your mercy and offering to do whatever you wanted?”
Brad said nothing looking grimly down at the floor, trying to ignore the feather duster, trying to clear his head.
