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Jill was mortified. She had a fresh coat of cum on her face, her hair was butchered, her best outfit was butchered, all of her clothes were in a disgusting dumpster, and now her bank account was gone along with her dignity. Why was Kyle doing this? He dumped her after 11 months when he found out she cheated on him, but did he know about the other three times she cheated? Did he know aobut the money she took from his wallet when he was asleep? She wanted to know, but she just acted happy.

Kyle drove to a different bank. He had Jill sit silently in the car and suck on her big toe as he went inside. After a few minutes, he came back and flashed a huge wad of cash.

"Here's your money, or should I say MY money?"

He then drove to a tattoo parlor. "Time for some ink," he said. "Go inside and ask to have 'Spank me!' tattooed on your lower back. Take off your skirt when it's time to get the tattoo. Make it out like this is your idea, and offer to give the artist a blow job if he gives you five dollars off. Of course he is to cum on your face. Oh, and if it's a girl tattoo artist, offer to tongue out her asshole for a five dollar discount. If they accept, do your best to earn that five dollar discount. If they ask about your hair and clothes, tell them you cut them up on a dare. If they ask about the cum on your face, tell them you're just a slut who loves cum on her face so much, you don't wash it off until four hours have passed after you get it blown on your face. Here's the money for the tattoo."

"Whatever you say, Kyle!" Jill said despite the fact she wanted to scream and slap him as hard a she could.