John humiliates her publicly

John looked down at her swollen pussy, raw from his pumping, and admired the thick wad of his cum on her ass. She was panting from her orgasm, and he gave her shapely ass a final smack.

"Dress up, I'm taking you out", he ordered.

Compliant, she stood and made her way to the closet. John went with her, aggressively sorting through her clothing and assembling an outfit. "My my", he said, "naughty girl clothes. Who do you wear these for?"

Without waiting for her answer, he tossed the pile of clothes onto the bed and barked "wear these"

Patricia stripped from her wet shirt, taking the time to run a towel over her firm tits and ass. When she finished dressing, he admired her. Black heels over black fishnets, with a tight black leather mini, and a black halter that barely contained her. He picked out a cross necklace, which only made her feel more whorish. She had these clothes in her closet from a previous Halloween party years back. The halter didn't even fit well anymore, her tits near bursting. He didn't lay out a bra, and her nipples poked through the sheer fabric like mountain peaks.

"John, please.. Don't make me...."

Before she could finish her words, he was on her again. A fist full of her short cropped black hair jacked her head backwards with a wince, his tongue diving deep into her throat shutting her up. Her knees went weak, and a moistness returned to her nethers. She was docile and compliant once again.

"We're leaving", John said.