I’m your pimp now.” Before I could process, rough hands grabbed me, tearing my clothes off. I’m your pimp now.” Before I could process, rough hands grabbed me, tearing my clothes off. Gay sex I gagged but kissed back, my body his.“If you keep being my good bitch slave,” he whispered, “I’ll reward you like this again.” I looked up, my face a mess of cum and shame, and gave a lustful, whoreish smile. He smirked, pocketing his phone with the video. He jerked off, his hot load splattering my blindfolded face. My heart raced, but I obeyed, telling my wife I had a late meeting. My hands shook as I dropped my pants, my torn ass still sore. What woke this whore in you?”I hesitated, my face burning. “Let’s go, pig. “Strip, bitch,” he commanded, locking the door. They didn’t care who I was—just a hole to wreck. The thrill of sneaking around with my family home drives me wild. “Thank you, Master,” I croaked, my caged cock aching, my torn ass bleeding. The pain shot through me, but my locked-up dick twitched, desperate for release.
