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4 The Van punishment

... choice assist me properly, I guess you're going to have to do it yourself, and if you don't do it properly, your punishment doubles again!” She hesitantly raised her hand, almost afraid to let him know she had a question. “You may ask me one question.” he said, granting her permission with his eyes, too. “How much is my punishment up to right now?” she asked, knowing that she was acknowledging the debt. “It started at $500, but it's been doubled three times since, so it's currently up to $4000.” he told her. “That's a lot of pussy to sell. You should stay in the van until tomorrow morning. You may sleep on the floor, not on the bed. You may make it cleaner, but not messier.” “Right after you finish sucking my cock, you can go out there.” he told her. “First, take off all your clothes, no trying to hide behind your hands, then get on your knees and pleasure me with your mouth. No hands for you. You will stop sucking just before I come, lean back one inch with your mouth open, and catch every drop of come I squirt at you. You will then show me the mouthful, swallow it all, and then show me your empty mouth. Do not fail, or I will become angry again, and that is what we both need to fear.” “Yes sir.” she said meekly, reaching up and taking his boxers down. He stepped out of them again and let Mrs. Bailey do her thing. It hardly took any time at all, in her willing, sucking mouth, and right on time, she leaned back the perfect amount and opened her mouth. She caught the first ...

... two squirts perfectly, but then Brian purposely lifted his cock up with his belly muscles and caused the next one to blast over her nose and cheek. He let her catch the rest in her mouth as she leaned forward to catch the tip and the lest little bit coming out. She showed him the mouthful, swallowed it with an awful face, and opened her her mouth once more to show it empty. “$8000 is more money than I can get out of the bank in one day.” she told him. “I'm not sure how much you know about finances, but that bag of money sitting there is highly illegal.” “Try sixteen thousand, bitch.” he snarled. “Talk out of turn one more time, I dare you!” Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and he laughed. “You won't be getting it from any bank, either. That's your husband's money; he earned it, not you. No, bitch, the sixteen thousand you owe me is gonna get earned by you, and the only way you can make that much money is by whoring that fine little pussy on the street. You have a week before your husband gets back. If you're devoted to it, you could maybe finish before he gets home, and he'll never know.” She raised her hand again, so he nodded permission. “May I make a phone call, sir? I can make sixteen thousand in an hour if I can call one of my husband's friends.” “How?” Brian asked. “Is it legal?” “Sir, it's not legal at all, but one of my husband's friends has directly told me on many occasions that he would pay twenty thousand to fuck me for an afternoon, and my ...