Makes Remy strip

“Clothes off.”

Remy reaches for her own top. Mia slaps her hands down.

“I said I set the pace. Arms up.”

Remy lifts them. Mia pulls the tight top over her head and drops it. No bra under it. Remy’s tits sit high, nipples already tight. Mia undoes the jeans herself, yanks them down with Remy’s underwear inside them, and makes her step out. Remy stands naked in someone else’s bedroom while Adam’s cock stays wet and hard a foot away.

Mia walks a slow circle.

She looks at Remy the way she looked at the photo on her phone: as something she is about to allow her husband to use.

“Turn.”

Remy turns. Mia takes her chin, her tits, the dip of her waist, the curve of her ass, and spreads her cheeks with both thumbs long enough to look. Then she puts two fingers between Remy’s legs. Remy is wet. Mia shows her the shine on her fingers without comment and wipes it on Remy’s own thigh.

“Stand still.”

Remy stands still. Her mouth is still a mess from the crawl. Her throat is still raw. Her eyes keep dropping to Adam’s cock and bouncing back up like she has been told not to reach.

Mia surveys her out loud.

“That’s the body that walked into my office talking like it had seen everything. Pretty enough. Tight enough. Wet enough now that the lesson is gone. Tonight this is what you are. Tits he can use. A mouth he already ruined. A cunt I am going to watch him open. An ass I haven’t decided on yet. You don’t get to hide any of it. I want him to see all of you before he puts that cock back in you.”

She stops in front of Remy again.

“Here is what is going to happen.”

Remy swallows.

“You are going to kneel and wait on my husband’s cock until I say you can have it. When I say you can have it, you take what I give you. If I give you the head, you get the head. If I tell him to fuck your throat again, he fucks your throat again. You will not teach. You will not comment. You will not act like this is a skill share. You will drool on a married man’s cock because his wife is letting you.”

Adam’s hand flexes at his side. He does not touch Remy.

“Then I am going to put you on that bed,” Mia says. “I am going to watch him spread your legs and push that thick cock into your cunt. I want to see it go in. I want to see you take the size you lied about taking. I want to see your face when he bottoms out and stays there. He is going to fuck you for me. Hard. Deep. The way he fucks me when he is not being nice. The way that made me walk into work sore. You are going to feel why I was walking like that, and you are going to do it with me sitting there looking at you.”

Remy’s thighs press together. Mia taps them apart with two fingers.

“He will put you how I want you. On your back so I can see your tits bounce while he slams into you. On your knees so I can hold you open and watch his cock piston in and out of that wet little hole you bragged about. He will make you cum if your body is stupid enough to give it to him. I hope it is. I want you to hate that you came on my husband’s cock. I want you to cum anyway.”

She leans in, voice lower.

“When I decide he is done using your cunt, I will tell him where to finish. If I want it in you, he floods you. If I want it on your face, you look at me while he stripes you. If I want your mouth again, you swallow. That is not your choice. That is mine. You are a slut getting a married cock because I permitted it. That is the whole night. In the morning you leave. You go back to the cubicle next to mine and you remember who handed you to him.”

Remy is shaking. Not from cold.

Mia points at the floor in front of Adam.

“Kneel down. In front of my husband’s cock.”