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Languages: English/Spanish

Location: San Venganza

Body Decorations: Tattoos

Smokes/Drinks: smoke/drink ocassionaly

Interested In: Men

Body Type: Thick

Bongacams Dessert - She turned her back to his office.

Her eyes were lightly glittering in the candlelight. Her posture was as if she was putting on a show for the man. Her neck was all muscled and slender. Her figure was perfect, perfect for what he wanted. She wore no bra or panties, but hungrily pouted her lips. Her dark eyes were kind of smoldering, but he could see they were excited. He always loved to punish her ass for being so naughty. He sat down and pulled her dress up over her hips. Oh, how he loved punishment. He figured he could always use the oil. He really didn't need a lot of oil. His lighter was on the table. As he was spreading and relaxing, Bongacams Dessert was getting the whiff of sweetness from the oil. She could have cleaned the floor if she wanted to. He could have just sat there and made her do it. But he wanted to be near her when she was done. That's what he'd asked her to do.

Finally, he got up and went to the bathroom. His excitement had built very slowly. He'd been at the office all day and hadn't even started it yet. He figured he'd spend a bit of time in the rewards room to get to know the new girl before he went to the house. He'd already given some thought to the punishment she'd face if caught in the act. He'd come up with a punishment that would satisfy almost every Sensei, but on the other hand, he'd seen enough to know just how severe the punishments could be. He could see her face darken even after she calmed down. He knew she didn't deserve all of this though. He just had to punish her properly. He figured she was probably capable of a little exhibitionism after she got her education. He figured he could get away with some of this just because it was a brand new offense. He never really considered the possibility that she'd be tricked into doing some of this. He had, after all, instructed her to do some of this herself when she got home. That alone made her a hard worker. He always had her attention even when she was on the way to the house. He could have trained her to do certain things, but he preferred to leave that alone.

That was why he'd made her wait all morning. He could have kept her waiting all afternoon. He could have made her drink the whole time. And she would have been perfectly happy at home, at home with him. But this was a bit different. This was his first time trying to corral a woman into doing something she really didn't want to do. She didn't like the idea of sex being something that always goes to her head. She didn't like the idea of being held and used and abused. That, or she was depressed. She didn't care. She just had to wait. She waited all morning and all afternoon. Then, after she finally went to work, the silence was oppressive. She was alone with the most repressed woman she had ever encountered. She was absolutely despairing. She was ashamed of the oil. Her body was one mass of crimson hot pixels against the backdrop of her sheer black collar, and oh, how she longed to touch and touch and to scratch and claw at..

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