- Do not make irreparable mistakes! Began Todd, gazing intently at the woman’s sunken face. You must obey Bill. While I am in Washington, he will be your master. You understand me? You have to do as he says! - with force said the guy.

The screen faded and Bill put the phone in the back pocket of his pants. Everything went according to plan. He had scheduled this call for Todd in advance. This beautiful teacher was predictable. He could calculate her reactions in advance and now he understood that she was broken. He suppressed her will power anyway. Just a few strokes and she will finally surrender to becoming an obedient beautiful doll puppet in his hands. Shame such a woman would be incredibly nice. Summer Wayne was in great shape, beautiful, smartly built and preserved in her 40 years. She had everything in this life of her children’s husband a favorite job. Bill could not understand what she lacked, why she placed an ad on a dating site. She could have any man she wanted, just had to beck on with a finger. Now, anyone who knows Mrs. Wayne's little secret can have her.

She will become a luxurious slut. Shy and at the same time slutty to indecency. It is a pity that her talents will be squandered on an 18 year old loafer who will squeeze everything out of her and throw aside a used condom. Bill could use the talents of this pride much better. The man thought that it was worth discussing this with Todd, maybe he could somehow convince the guy to give him that whore.

The man came out and returned a minute later carrying a tall glass half filled with a cloudy opalescent drink. The cocktail that he developed in conjunction with a talented biochemist Marcus was like a drug, he didn’t make a person completely incapacitated, rather disinhibited, removed the prohibitions brought up by education and exposed the secret essence and rather strongly increased sexual appetite. Mixing the ingredients this afternoon, he made a much more concentrated version than usual, very much like to see Summer in full brilliance.

- I brought you a drink! He said softly, leaning toward the woman. I bet your throat is dry! This will help quench your thirst.

He put a straw in a glass and brought it to Summer's lips. The woman opened her mouth and began eagerly sucking the sweet and sour tingling tongue with a faint taste of alcohol and some herbs.

- Drink, drink baby! - thought Bill to himself. Bottoms Up. A few minutes will pass and you will start throwing yourself at the men. You will like everything that I make you do.

Bill's friend is an obese oriental-type man, the same one who Summer bit her cock with a meaning looked at Fraser and looked at the brunette who eagerly swallowed a magical cocktail. She and Bill were old friends. He started a business with a controlling stake in a private bank that burst during the crisis in Georgia, and then he met with Fraser. Bill helped Lee stand on his feet again. He invested and he was able to organize a new bank. Over time, Lee became Frazier’s personal financier, being in the know of all unlawful operations of a businessman. As Bill’s business expanded, Lee Bank grew. Unfortunately, in recent years, the flow of investment coming from the center has shifted to the south of the country and the prices for real estate that Fraser has fallen, but he switched to the sex industry in time so that the loss was reduced to a minimum.

In gratitude for his many years of dedication, Bill occasionally invited Lee to take part in his games. Now he wanted to look at his reaction in forcing Summer, wishing to continue to use it in his scam with Lisa. Lee once suffered the same from a nosy real estate agent and has since dreamed of taking revenge on Lisa.

Bill beckoned Lee for himself and the men came out. It took a little wait. In principle, the teacher didn’t need to use the cocktail, and so broke, but Fraser wanted to see not the broken indifferent woman, but the true essence of Summer. Usually, choosing the next victim, he began with the use of a cocktail, while a woman was born under his influence, made compromising photos and started the game. Miss Wayne had a special occasion, but Bill really wanted to add her pictures to his collection. He agreed with one of the spectators that he would make a series of shots of the upcoming presentation on a digital camera with the condition that the faces of the male participants would not fall into the frame.

Summer's limbs stiffened. The hands and legs in a fixed position, bound by handcuffs and tied with straps, have ceased to feel them. The woman began to actively move her fingers and toes, so that at least somehow disperse the blood. Burning pulsations of pain in the buttocks gradually subsided and with it disappeared a feeling of doom and absolute indifference that flooded the brunette when she saw Todd on the phone screen.

The palate after drinking a cocktail still tingled pleasantly. Summer felt how a little floated consciousness, but attributed it to her uncomfortable position, and not drunk drink. She looked around for trying to look over her shoulder. With trepidation, I saw a wide whip of matte leather lying on my back, with which this horrible owner of a sex shop beat her. I was delivered in chains trying to see my own ass, but this was hampered by my arms twisted backwards turned upside down by my elbows.

My poor butt now probably looks like a macaque ass! - thought the woman and almost burst out laughing from an unexpected attack of reckless fun.

Weakness intensified, Summer has become difficult to focus on something specific. She was even slightly dizzy.

- Sir! Sir! I think I’ll lose consciousness now! - a weak voice said brunette. Could you take off the chains?
- Oh, do not worry cutie! - cheerfully responded man. This acts the drink you drank. In a few minutes you will start to feel quite interesting. Your body just goes crazy with the desire to fuck!
- What did you give me? Cried Summer, indignantly, jerking in chains.
- What did you say bl *** !? - the voice of the complacent became harsh.

Bill approached the woman from behind and took the paddle and struck several longitudinal blows at the bright crimson ass, forcing Summer to scream.

“What did you give me, sir?” - she hastily repeated.
- My special cocktail for whores like you! It helps to reveal the true essence that you hide under the shell of good behavior. It will take a little time and you will beg me to give you a living member.

The man squatted next to Summer and looked into her face.

- Remember the bitch, if you even at least once disrespectfully appeal to me or my guests, I will inflict on your shameless f *** 100 blows! - He added, roughly grabbing the brunette by the chin.

Summer really wanted to spit in his beautiful face, but she restrained herself more and more plunging into an incomprehensible numbness.

- Do you understand me a creature? - a man put a twisted pad handle on Summer's chin, forcing her to throw her head back.
- Yes, sir. - Summer responded inhibited.

The handle scratching the delicate skin of the neck was removed and the brunette dropped her head helplessly, staring at the floor covered with a small twisted pattern resembling an endless spider web converging to the center with rings. My head was rustling more and more, my mind was floating like a woman had drunk a very strong mixture of vodka and washed it down with a glass of beer. The joints of the elbows of the wrists, divorced to the sides with nickel-plated foot pins, hurt more and more.

She heard footsteps and realized that several people had entered the room at once. Suddenly, she was terribly interested in how many men are in the room besides Bill. Whose hands once again slid the blindfold over Immersing Summer in pitch darkness. This has not caused a panic in a woman like the first time.

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