“So…so be it then. Do…do whatever you must to me, my cruelest beautiful Mistress.”
Already blubbering, Morgan tried to turn his ashamed face away. I caught him by the chin and swiveled it right back front again.
“Oh no you don’t. I want to see every bit of the humiliation and suffering in your eyes as you get this first virulent taste of your own raping medicine. And I want to see to the very second just how long it takes for my perverted husband to find some kind of sissy’s sick enjoyment in being my forevermore forced-femme butt-b***h!”
If Morgan thought I was rough when f*****g him in the mouth… Well, I guess I can understand why he never really did seem to develop any appreciation for being so violently anally reamed so agonizingly wide and deep all the goddess-damned time.
Too f**
