My hand goes to your hair, pulling on it hard, "We don't want your money, cunt." I say with venom, my hand goes to your breast groping it roughly, "I've got what I want right here, your husband isn't bad either. Maybe I'll make you watch while I take him, show him what it feels like between the legs of a woman not some scrawny little girl." I snicker softly, pushing you into the bedroom in front of me, smiling over my shoulder as my lover brings the man in behind us. The man is still twitching from the last blast from the taser and has to be held up, but that is almost better less to worry about if he has little to no muscle control. Turning you to face me, I say, "Strip, unless you want me to cut that outfit off of you."
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