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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!

Will end this with forcing both of you pigs to fart it out into each others throats. Changing until your farting asses have no cum to brap!

After that, I assumed that we were not going to have sex anymore, and I went back to masturbating several times a day to cure my teenage horniness. What she did for me was amazing, exciting and very educational and I was grateful for that. I went out with other girls from school, but just making out wasn’t doing it for me anymore.