Tell Malcolm to fuck off in a pleasant manner

"I'm sorry Master Malcolm. Dudley gave me the choice of who inserted themselves into my cunt. And I'm truly sorry, but I pick Dudley. He is the man of the house. He possesses my mind and essence, a level you can never fully reach." Harry paused seeing the angry reaction on Malcolm's face. "Tomorrow, if you wait in line like a good boy, you might get to be inside me again."

Malcolm furiously grips Harry by her skinny forearm. He pulls her into him. "I know you miss this cock. You miss my beatings. I know a sub like you can't ever be comfortable and happy being under Dudley's fat thumb."

"What will he say when I tell him, his friend is back calling him fat." Harry smell the hot nasty liquor coating his breath. He would not pass a breathalyzer if a cop gave him one.

Malcolm let Harry go. A pout formed on his face. "Okay, I'm sorry. Please don't tell Dudley about this. Tell him he has his tourney money. And... I will chip in for some new boxing gloves." Harry learns a little of Dudley's true motivation for having this weekend gang fuck. Harry smiles walking away.

She sees the light on in the bathroom. She knows she should avoids the man in there but in a twisted way, she wanted to see what Gordon does. What he brings to the table sexually compare to the other guys.

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