No, I wasn’t wrong. Porn It’s not.”
Rachel was no longer watching me show off my collection of bondage furniture. I grabbed her roughly, shaking her until she looked at me. “But first, how about a little story time.” I pulled on a length of her blonde hair, yanking her away from the wall and grabbing at the nape of her neck. I looked from her to where the remnants of my orgasm sat pooling on the floor. I brought my hand to my face, breathing in her scent from my fingers. Rachel screamed as I poked her with the cane, digging its point into her ass cheek, still covered in a neon pink pair of panties.
