“We ain’t done you fucking two-bit whore,” he announced as his body landed next to her. He lay on his belly. “Kiss my fucking brown eye and tongue out my ass, now whore.” My wife made no move to comply with his order. Her reached over and grabbed a handful of tit squishing it, he released it. “I said, now cunt!”
She started to kiss his ass but not his ass hole. His hand went her hair and clutched and tugged it until she followed the order. A raspberry rang out and Sharon tried to move in desperation. Her face was contorted, but the man held her in place as the noxious order wafted over face. He pushed her tight to his ass.
“Lick that hole over good bitch then ream it out. I didn’t wipe when took a shit and you need to clean it up – cunt!” I could tell she didn’t want to, but fear and his mighty hand made certain she did as ordered. As she cleaned and ate the cling ons off his ass and from inside his hole, he kept farting. He warned her if she puked she would eat it. It didn’t last long, there was no need. Holding her face in tight again he said, “Heres a wet one for you.” He let rip and a small squirt of liquid shit it blasted her face.
“Eat up bitch right off your face then lick me, you fucking two dollar whore, reclean my ass,” Yanking her from the bed he tossed her like a rag on the floor. The camera again changed giving me a front row seat. Grabbing the boy, he threw him on top of her. Grabbing the dildo in the boys ass he pumped him hard. “I’ll give you some more later punk. For now just enough to make you shoot your faggot juice.” He tossed the dildo to the side, balling up his fist he hit the kids asshole hard. Drew back plunged down again the fist went in just a little and boys body shuddered. The man smiled a wicked grin.
“Faggot,” he barked at the kid then yanked him off my wife semen sprayed up her back where the kids cum had spurted. “Such a sweet little boy, gonna fuck you up good later!” He patted his face then hit so hard I felt it. The camera changed again to the empty bed. “Get your sorry ass up here and fucking impale yourself on my cock you fucking slut.”
I blasted yet again cross the brightly colored casino carpet. I was nearly exhausted, but I watched her ride him as he mangled her tits with his powerful hands. After he again blasted nut butter in her, he talked to her. I couldn’t make it out she crawled off him got on the floor laying on her back. Her mouth hung wide open. He squatted over her mouth and I watched as he took a dump in her mouth. She ate the turd down then cleaned his ass again with her mouth.
“When I count to three you will wake, you hurt, the pain will be felt even greater than it is. You are filled with shame for your very existence as a lousy excuse for a human being. In all matters, you will obey your husband and submit to his rule. When you get out of line or disappoint him, he will punish you. If he says I need to spank you, you get him a belt and willing submit. After he is finished, you will forget the punishment, be happy and do his bidding. If he comes very upset, he will say, “Eat my shit.” You will, at once, lay flat on your back open your mouth and eat his shit, then clean his ass with your tongue and promptly forget it. Even so, every moment of this will flood back in your mind as the memory of eating his shit fades. Should anyone fart where you can hear it these memories will flood you.”
Taking her beautiful face in his hand he squeezed he so hard I thought her face would break. “Don’t make me have to come back and punish you again – One, two three.” She shook violently with fear crawling away from him.
“No, more I’ll be good no more, please.” He gathered up the boy and left with the kid over his shoulder. For the rest of the recording, it switched between cameras showing her curled up on the floor. She repeated over and over, “I’ll be good I’ll please my husband, no more please no more.”
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“It has been a year now and my whole life has changed. My novel will be published soon. All because I was able to stop working and concentrate on it. My wife is supportive, in more ways than just financial. She is a new person.” The man stop talking and turned to the small translulant screen. “Well father?”
“There is nothing for me to forgive you for my son. You weren’t involved in her adjustment. Thank you by the way for the generious contribution.”
“It was the least I could do father. You have done so much for me.” The man bowed his head slightly.
“Have you watched the other video?”
“Not yet sir,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Violence upsets me.”
“You wanted it done so watch it.” His voice turned from pleasantly melodic to threating. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Yes sir,” he said as a cold chill ran down his spine. The man stood and exited the curtain the preist walked out at same time. The preist was a moutain of man. Holding his hand out he waited for the man to shake his hand. As they shook her reminded him.
“Remember anyone you can guide to my side service is appreciated.”
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