"Yes, Sir."

Emma’s eyes sort of come back into focus. She has a completely dazed look on her face as she clamors onto the couch. She’s someplace else entirely.

Jack grabs her waist as she climbs onto the couch to let her know that he wants her bent over. I get up to sit next to her, but a quick backhand across my face sends me back on the ground.

‘You on the floor.” He bends down and holds me by the chin. My cheek burns and my throat is sore, but I can feel how slick my thighs are. I am dripping wet.

“We don’t keep secrets here. Now watch.” I’m afraid to get hit again, and afraid I won’t get to join. More intense than that is my desire to cling to him, to go to him for safety.

Jack turns from me and back to Emma who, like a good girl, is bent over in front of him still.

She starts to wipe her face off. The eyeliner, which she had drawn up into cute cat eyes is running all down her cheeks. A mix of drool and spunk is still dripping from her mouth, all over her tits down to her stomach.

Before she can get herself in order, Jack grabs a fistfull of her hair and wrenches her head back. {Emma’}s jaw is wide and her eyes are red, but she doesn’t cry out. He has her bent back far enough that she’s looking directly in his eyes, and wouldn't dare make a mistake.

He keeps a tight hold on her hair as he drops his cock along her ass. It was so long it runs past up the small of her back. He had looked down to admire himself, but is now cutting daggers at Emma.

“I am gonna ruin you forever. Now beg for it”