She nods, submissively.

Jenny nodded as she felt the secretary’s cock rubbing against her barely covered ass. “Say it, Jenny,” he commanded, enjoying finally being able to call the slutty skank his boss had married by her name, rather than the one she’d stolen and disrespected.

“I’m your…bitch,” she whispered the last word.

Alex pulled her hair hard, forcing her to grind back against him. “Louder,” he commanded as his other hand unzipped his pants.

“I’m your bitch,” she replied as tiny tears of pain formed in her eyes and large drops of moisture stained her panties.

“Louder,” Alex repeated as he released her hair and flipped up her skirt (though given how short it was, that wasn’t really necessary.

“I’M YOUR BITCH!” Jenny yelled, grateful the her house was large enough she didn’t need to worry about anyone else hearing and joining in the ****.

“Yes, you’re my slutty, cheating bitch,” Alex replied as his hands slid off her soaked cotton panties. “You’re getting off on this. On being ****. You know, the first time I saw you, I thought, there’s a fucking slut.”

Jenny opened her mouth to curse him out, instinct overriding caution, but Alex drove seven inches of rock hard cock into her pussy.

She screamed as he fucked her against her bedroom wall, his cock filled her as her husband’s never had. She came early and often as he groped her tits and fucked her cunt. Jenny’s usually measured tones were broken as she begged him to fuck her harder. The only words out of his mouth were insults and comments about how loose and wet her fuck-hole was and how he really outta try her mouth, or, in a particularly wicked suggestion, her ass.