“Fuck! Your wife thought your pasty ass would pay off the debt? Well, I’m gonna use the living fuck out of you and send you back a drooling, fucked out, used up mess. And that bitch is still gonna owe me,” Jordan said to the man while pulling his head back by the hair and staring into his blue eyes.

“But I never agreed to-”

“Shut the fuck up, Meat. You’re my toy for the next couple of days and toys don’t fucking talk!”

She slapped his face hard, sending him to the floor, where he struggled to right himself despite the ropes on his hands and ankles, but she was straddling his face before he knew what was going on.

“Start licking that pussy and ass. If you make me a little happy, maybe you won’t be completely broken when I give you back to your wife.”