“Quiet down, Bitch.”
Dustin groaned in agony and opened his eyes. Indian hot sex I felt the gun being aimed at my head from the porch. She’s fine, ain’t she?” Dustin starred at me and only nodded. He had to keep forcing his eyes open as he stood there. “Open your eyes, Bitch.” Dustin’s head shot up as far as it would go when he heard the whimper that was forced from my mouth. He was finally releasing control over to me. “I’m so horny.”
“Tell him you’re a fucking slut. Please just have sex with me.”
I cried out, “Fine.” Anything to make the begging stop. He grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head up. I looked over at Dustin, who was holding onto his stomach with his tied hands. And I know you did, because you’re a dirty little whore that loves cock in your mouth. The gun was placed on the back of my head again. I see the way you look at him.” Dustin was completely still. “She’s your bitch.”
“You’re mine,” He choked out, “Bitch.”
John was stroking himself faster as he made us say different things to each other.
