Chapter Fifteen
Gregory stood just outside the door listening. His c**k was rock hard in his pants. He wanted to f**k her so bad it hurt. He began pacing to the sound of her bowels releasing and the echo of her grunts and whines of pain. There was no doubt she was crying just a little bit. But she had done it. That is what mattered. She had done it and her cunt had been dripping. That’s what had aroused him so; that even in such a humiliating and submissive position, she had been wet. If he’d played with her p***y just a little bit more, he knew she would have c*m.
Eventually the sounds from the other room grew quieter. The water in the sink ran and he imagined her washing her hands then splashing her face with cool water. There was another groan, silence then more release followed by a
