All right, Bradley…continue. xxx sex Excellent, my dear, you’re doing much better. Show me. That’s better. When the two sat down she looked up at the man briefly and smiled before lowering her eyes. Arguing was not part of the strategy. Good girl, very well done. Furthermore, when the man ordered her to tell Bradley what a slut she was, she didn’t hesitate at all, but met his eyes and said, “Oh, yes, Bradley, Sir… I don’t want you getting all sweaty and tired before you’ve even had your dinner. Excellent. It didn’t lock from the inside, but he was sure they wouldn’t be interrupted and told the man so. Why, yes you may, since you ask so nicely. And Bradley certainly deserves a good deal of the credit. Bradley thought it would have been nice if she’d apologized for being a crazy bitch, but all she said was, “We’re not fulfilling each other’s needs” in her pretentious, pop-psychology-expert way and now Bradley was mildly depressed. Here’s my napkin. “Don’t be bashful, Violet. Mmm, you like that, don’t you? He clutched them awkwardly as she whispered, stammering, “Will you—will you please s-spank me, Sir, if—if it’s not too much trouble?”
Bradley hesitated. Would you like to swallow my come now?
