Suck my cock.

"Next, you're going to suck my dick like the good little cock socket you are." Michael told her.

He grinned as she moved to comply. Kneeling before him, her slender fingers quickly relieved him of his pants and freed his achingly hard cock. He tangled his fingers in her soft hair, trembling in anticipation of the porn star deep throating he was about to receive. Except the welcoming wet envelopment of her mouth never comes. When he looks down, His wife's lips are pressed tightly together, and she is cringing away from him as best she can while her body continues to guide his dick to its intended destination.

"Huh?" he grunts, "That's not right. Must be a bug in the system... Let's try something else."

"Stop!" he orders, and her body goes slack, still kneeling in place.

"Stand up." she rises smoothly to her feet, whimpering softly as her body obeys his simple commands.

"Turn around and bend over" again she obeys, although she continues to cry and protest as she does.

"Stop making that racket." he snaps annoyed by her noise but if anything she gets louder begging him to stop his experiment.

"Uhg, well if you're going to be a brat about it..." he grumbles, "Spank your ass until you stop your whining."

"No don't... Ah!" she gives a satisfying squeal as her own hand land on her plump behind, leaving a clear red mark on the pale skin.

After a few minutes of self-inflicted punishment, she stops begging and falls mostly silent, apart from the occasional stifled sob.

"Better," he says, "Now I can hear myself think, maybe I should test the collar's other functions, see if they are buggy too?"