Just..just my name right??

'Aaahaaah!' she moaned without restraint.

'My name.....my name is...uughhh....haaaaah...'

'WHAT WAS THAT SLUT!?' *SMACK* Barry yelled, delivering a hard wound-up whack to her ass.

'AHHHH! Millie! MY NAME IS Millie Satra!!!!!!' she blurted out before she could help it!

'Haha, oh it's little miss perfect Personal Assistant is it!?' he mocked her. 'Who would've guessed Millie would be here resisting the Barrower's cock!'

Instead of rubbing her slit, he now re-positioned his cock, gently prodding her pussy, holding it before insertion while teasing her with the slightest pressure between her folds. The sudden cessation in stimulation was too intense, he had wound her lust up so tightly and now denied her that every small prod of his dick made her body scream for more!

'And what does such a refined, classy woman want with the Barrower?' he queried innocently.

Barry was in the final stage of his plan! Millie was quivering with lust, she no longer wanted but NEEDED his cock in her, all she had to do was publicly shame herself, the loser willingly admitting defeat to him and cementing Barry's victory over her forever on tape.

'I...I want..! I want....!!!!'