What, what?

Mandy was really going crazy over being ordered around and humliated...which, of course, was what I wanted. I was curious to see how her old personality would try to explain away her actions once she had been temporarily sated. Or if it even would. I really hoped it did. "Breaking" her had been a lot of fun.

Back to the matter at hand...I kissed Mandy for not nearly as long as she would have liked before pulling away and giving her the condesending smile that was making her knees weak. "Bend over the couch," I whisper. Nodding, Mandy scrambled to do as I said, muttering a "Yes sir" somewhere in there.

Running my hand along her ass, I squeezed her ass cheek before moving to her dripping pussy, rubbing her moistened mound. "Hmm...what to do...what to do...?" I said as if I really was having a hard time deciding. She clenched the couch tightly, groaning in helpless frustration.

Trying not to laugh at her reaction, I slid my cock between her asscheeks "hotdogging" her. She looked back at me, surprised. As I slid up and down, however, she realized what I was up to and nearly cried. "Stop it, god damn you, John!" she shouted, more out of frustration then anger.

Instead, I began to pick up the pace. "I'm sorry, stop what?" I asked. One of her hands found itself between her legs, working her second and third finger into her slit, rubbing herself. "Stop teasing meeee! Fuck my ass if you're going to fuck it! John, I can't take it!"