CHAPTER SEVEN
They must have met a dozen times in the next several months, whenever Andrew Coleridge was horny and needed a woman like Lily Lake to screw. But there really was no woman like his former teacher. The b***h’s appetite for s*x was ravenous.
Every time he called and ordered her to one of four Motel 6 locations on the interstate, she came without complaint, ‘yes sirring,’ and ‘no sirring’ like a genuine love slave. Her eyes got wide as his demands on her increased and if she balked, he slapped her face a few times, which made her cream her panties and her juices run down her legs. Her mind turned into mush, and her hesitation vanished as she suddenly hastened to obey.
But Andrew didn’t want her obeying too fast since punishment got more fun when she resisted. The sadist’s time
