“But, Mr. Hammond, if my ass is for fucking, then what is my pussy for?” Emma asked.

“For looking pretty and smelling sweet,” he said.

“But… sometimes when I play with my pussy, I cum,” she said, blushing.

“That’s very bad. You’re a bad girl, Emma. You should only play with your pussy when I man tells you to and you should only cum on command.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hammond…”

“I’ll just have to punish you. Now, I’m going to fuck your ass until you cry and you are not to enjoy it, you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, but she knew she was going to enjoy it. She was a bad girl, after all.