Hell no! He wants her pussy!

Carrie was already late and trying her blackmailer's patience.

He spent the time waiting on her looking through her contacts, his cock stirring a little at each of her famous friends he found.

He was thinking about just calling ione of them when Carrie arrived, angrily knocking on his door when she didn't see her stuff on his porch.

"Carrie. Please come in," he tells her as Carrie shakes her head no, angrily asking for her stuff.

"Come in. Or maybe I call...Miranda. Would you like that?" he tells her, showing ber proof he already had Miranda Lambert's number ready yo call.

"Okay. I'll come in. But you're not fucking me. I'll do anything else," she says, growing more **** to end this.

He knew he'd have Carrie's pussy again soon.

For now he'd do things her way.