“Kimmie trusts you, so do I,” he replied.

Cassie giggled, “Oh, those are dangerous words. Let’s at least set up a stoplight system.”

Mark frowned, and Cassie laughed, “Kimmie said you were kinky, but you haven’t been involved in any professional scenes, have you? A stop light system lets me know if I should go harder, slower or stop altogether.” She held up a closed fist. “You do this, and I will continue,” she then opened her hand, fingers splayed out, “this tells me to slow down,” then she pulsed her hand, opening it and making a fist multiple times, “this means stop.”

Mark smiled, “I don’t think I will need that last one,” he said confidently.

“Really?” Cassie said, stepping closer, “So if I was to eat a raw jalapeno off your cock, you would ask for a ghost pepper?”

Mark cleared his throat uncomfortably, “When you say eat a jalapeno off my cock?” he left the question unfinished.

Cassie stepped back into the kitchen, “Kimmie said you liked teeth, so I thought you might like me to eat something, not so gently from your cock.” She pulled a chilli from the fridge. It had already had it’s top removed and the inside cleaned out. Mark realised that Kim and Cassie must have been talking a bit as it was about the right size to slide over his cock.

He raised his eyebrows at the small Christian woman, “Well, that would be something new,” he said.

She smiled, “Oh, that’s the idea. By the time we are done tonight, you will have experienced all sorts of new things. A cock coated in the right amount of chilli is something I love. A cock, electrified so that every time we touch is another thing.”

Mark took another drink as he started to unbutton his shirt, “So tell me, why did I think you were a good Catholic girl?”

She shrugged, “I need to have something to confess, don’t I?”

“So you want me to tie you up and whip you?” he asked, getting hard at the thought of flogging a woman he had always thought was innocent.

“Oh, honey, no. I’m going to flog you. I’m going to **** you until you beg to cum. I’m going to whip you, claw you, kiss you and bite you until you are screaming to let you into my cunt.” She leaned back against the fridge as she gently stroked the chilli, “Now, hurry up and get undressed, or you won’t have any clothes to wear when you leave here tomorrow.”

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