Revenge! by Phil Cummings


She was still crying. There were tears on her face and she was sniffling involuntarily, possibly hoping that I would wimp out and let her off even at this point. Not a fucking chance! She stood up and dropped her drawers and then slipped her t-shirt over her head. Shit, she was fine-looking! Her breasts were upright and lovely, her nipples erect. Every inch of her lovely flesh was all mine for the... moment. It was even more sexy that she was doing this under duress and was obviously upset. I dug it, it made me feel like a powerful stud to force this proud bitch to humiliate herself for my enjoyment. She really thought she could scam me into lending her that money and then rip me off. What an insult! But who was insulting who now?