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“Just so we're perfectly clear, Brianna,” she purred wickedly, extending her long, sinuous tongue and seductively licking a glob of cum from where it had landed on my cheek. “I have video cameras all over this little playroom of mine. I'm going to let you go tonight, but you're going to come back to me, once a week. You should be thankful for that—that's hardly anything, compared to how often you and your friends made me take care of you! But I know you have a wife now, and coming here any more than that would risk her finding out, and ruining it all. So, you're going to come back once a week, and you're going to let me do anything I want to you, and you're going to do everything I say. Because if you don't, I will send the video to your wife, and your boss, and your co-workers... everyone you know, Brianna! And rest assured, it will be a slightly edited version, showing only how eager you were for everything I just did to you, none of the parts explaining how I coerced you into doing it!

“I want to make you cum like you made me cum. Please let me.” She took my hand, and I thought she was going to pull my hand out of her panties. Instead, she slid her hand down my fingers and touched the finger in her pussy. Gently she guided the tip of my finger to her clit and used my finger to rub a circle around her button of flesh.

“April! Oh my God! What are you doing? Get out!” Mom squealed, her eyes bugging out at me in shock and panic as she struggled on the bed, but the soft red ropes Daddy had used to tie her down star-fish style were holding fast.