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The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage
Part 7
By Arthur G Thomas

	My wife had been gone for two days, and I hadn't missed her one
bit.  Buying a wife seemed like a good idea at the time, but
sometimes I wonder.  Tara had to obey my every whim because of
the money I was pumping intio her family's business, but she
could be terribly defiant sometimes.  She was a pleasant
diversion and a good fuck, but tormenting her was hardly
something I had time to do every day.  There were other joys to
pursue, like buying some new books and seeing how much cum the
maids can swallow before gagging.  Tara was a fun bitch to
irritate, but a man has to have other toys or else he'll go
stale.

	That's why I was in a rather foul mood to discover she had
returned early.  It was true that I had swindled her spending
money away from her, but I thought the slut could at least earn
some weekend money off her friends.  Part of me was admittedly
terrified that she hadn't come back out of boredom but because
she was missing me.  Maybe fitting her with a chastity belt was a
bad idea.  She might be coming home early because she craved an
orgasm, and she couldn't have one without my key.  Perhaps my
little slut enjoyed the sadistic games I played with her.  That
disgusted me most of all.  She was going to become a waste of
money if she actually liked the games.  Where's the fun in that?

	My irritation increased exponentially when I found my wife in
the sitting room with three of her friends.  She and her friends
were drinking as they stood by a bookshelf.  They were laughing
while pointing at my books, obviously amused by some of my more
exotic selections.  I wasn't sure which bothered me more, the
fact that she brought her friends into my house or the fact that
they had the gall to laugh at books.

	"Tara, you do realize you have twelve hours left before you have
to return," I said behind her.  She turned around, and I was
impressed by how good she looked.  Tara's red hair was stylishly
done in a coif on her head and her ears were adorned with nice
gold earrings that caught the light.  She was wearing a green
dress that looked as expensive as it looked elegant.  Her
cleavage was brazen, but trendy.  Black silk stockings covered
her legs, and the heels she wore were of a design so recent, I
bet it was produced yesterday.  

	"I know that Arthur," Tara said with a casual air of contempt. 
Well, she certainly didn't come back because of fondness.  I
found that relieving.  "I wanted to show my friends the hovel I
have to live in now.  They just couldn't believe that you have so
many moldy books lying around and not a single painting worth
selling."

	"It's such a shame too," her blonde friends said behind her. 
"This place is small enough to be cozy, yet the decor is so
lacking in taste.  Really Arthur, I can recommend a few
decorators to you if you can afford them.  Maybe the lack of
decor is because of a some financial trouble?"

	I smiled.  "Tara, please introduce me to your friends.  I don't
believe I've meet them."

	"You've never met a friend, Arthur," Tara snorted.  She
swallowed the rest of her drink before continuing.  Good, I
wanted her nice and drunk.  "You don't even know what a friend
is.  A friend is someone who takes you shopping for new clothes
because your husband is too cheap to buy you any.  A friend is
someone who takes you to a spa to help your skin recover from the
beatings you gave me.  A friend is something you can't buy, which
means you have no idea what to do with one."

	I folded my hands in front of me and sighed.  I hated repeating
questions to stupid people.

	"Introduce me to your friends, Tara," I repeated.  "I'm curious
to meet these people who have been so generous to you."

	Tara smirked.  "This is Barbara Frase," she said, pointing to
the blonde beside her.  Barbara had a million-dollar hair cut and
a whore's smirk.  "Her father owns most of the real estate in
this state.  She gave me my own guest house to use when I'm not
having to stay with you."

	"It was nothing really," Barbara lied.  It was clear she
relished Tara owing her.  "It was just a little house I own that
was going to waste.  I'm just glad Tara has a place to stay that
isn't this claustrophobic."

	"And this is my good friend, Philip Enright," Tara smiled,
taking the arm of the only other male in the room.  He was tall,
well groomed and as blonde as Barbara.  If he wasn't rich people
might assume he was gay.  "Philip's parents own the health spa
that I loved so much.  Thank you Philip, I owe you for that
wonderful seaweed bath."  She kissed him on the cheek, and I saw
her green eyes flicker to me.  Philip simply smiled, almost
daring me to complain about my wife on his arm.  I forgot to
appear jealous which annoyed Tara enough to scowl before turning
to her last friend.

	"Last is Patricia McNair, who I've known since boarding school,"
Tara said.  She walked over to a slightly plump blonde.  I didn't
think any of her friends was less than ideal weight.  I was
intrigued by Patricia's plain looks and simple ponytail.  Was it
her wealth that got her into Tara's circle or her willingness to
be the ugly girl in the group?
	  
	"She's been so good to me; taking me shopping, out to dinner and
getting me to all the parties," Tara said.  "Patricia's even
promised to pick me up every month, so I can get away from
Hellhole as soon as possible.  That's why she's always my best
friend."

	Ah, she's a lackey.   

	"Well, aren't you going to give my friends the tour of our
house?" Tara asked with a smug smile.  "I'm sure they would be
entertained by your choice in staff.  It's all big breasts and
high heels for my husband."  

	Her friends laughed at me, apparently amused by my choice in
pleasures.  I simply pulled my cell phone from my pocket and
paged my chauffeur and assistant Emily.  Now that I knew why they
were here, I could make use of them.

	"Emily, please bring me the files we have on Philip Enright,
Patricia McNair and Barbara Frase.  I'm in the second sitting
room.  Yes, we will need to have the furniture steam cleaned
after her friends leave."

	Her three friends were a bit distressed, but Tara beat them to
the obvious question.

	"What do you mean by files?" Tara demanded.  She placed her
glass down on a table and I winced at the ring it would leave. 
The woman had no respect for property.

	"Really, Tara, you didn't expect me not to take an interest in
your friends?" I said as I inspected my bookshelf.  I wiped a
fingerprint off of a Steinbeck they had smudged.  "I had the
entire guest list from our wedding researched.  It cost only a
small amount to have them each investigated, and it cost even
less to look into legal records and other accounts.  I never
understand why a culture that thrives on gossip never takes the
few steps needed to really get the dirt on people."

	Emily came in, looking splendid in her chauffeur's uniform and
miniskirt.  The clack of her heels was almost comforting in this
room of Tara's cohorts.  When Emily handed me the files, she
turned to leave but I snapped my fingers.  She stood at attention
behind me as I sat down in my favorite reading chair.  It would
be nice to have a witness for what was about to happen.

	"This is ridiculous," Barbara said, breaking the nervous
silence.  "We're not criminals or perverts like he is," she said
with contempt.  "What do we have to hide?"

	"For you, it would be the date of April 4, 1995," I said,
smiling as I read her file.  "Shall I elaborate?"

	Barbara wiped a stray blonde hair from her eyes, fighting to
keep her poise.  "That's none of your business," she said coldly.
 "In fact, you are so rude, I'm afraid I'll be leaving right
now."

	Barbara moved to the door and found Emily blocking her path. 
Emily clenched and unclenched her fists a bit dramatically, but
the spoiled blonde believed the threat and paused.

	"You won't be leaving," I said from my chair.  "If you leave
before I am finished with all of you, I'll reveal your little
'business'.  Obey me, and I keep my word that I'll never reveal
this file to another living soul."

	Barbara looked at me with cold calculation.  "Why would I
believe you'd keep your word?"

	"Ask Tara," I said.  "I always keep my word."

	Barbara looked to Tara, and Tara almost denied it, but her
hesitation was her undoing.  Barbara knew how from Tara's pause
that I was speaking the truth.  A low growl came from the blonde.
 She was obviously not used to be trapped.

	"What do you mean by obey?" she asked with clenched teeth.

	"For now, just stay here and witness my little game with Tara,"
I said.  "Oh, and slip off the top of your dress.  I might as
well see your chest while you're here."

	"Now wait a minute!" Philip interjected.  "You've got a lot of
nerve asshole!  I think you better apologize to the lady or else
we'll settle this like men."

	"That's very macho of you, Philip," I commented.  "Just like I'm
sure you did the right thing in San Francisco two summers ago."

	His face drained of all color.  Damn, I wished I had thought to
record this.  I would have loved to time how fast he paled.

	"I thought so.  Now, please, shut up.  You may keep your clothes
on, but since you interrupted me you can take Barbara's dress
down.  She seems to have trouble following instructions.

	I wasn't surprised when Phillip moved to Barbara, but Tara and
Patricia were.  Tara's face was blazing and flushed as she
watched Philip carefully pulled Barbara's designer shirt off. 
Patricia merely looked jealous.  Barbara's chest was a lovely 36C
contained by a nice lacy white bra.  I allowed her to keep the
bra.  The day was young.

	"Patricia," I said, enjoying the frightened look on her face. 
"Do I have to give you a clue?"

	"No," Patricia said.  "I'll do what you say."

	"Excellent.  Take your shirt off as well.  I have no doubt that
your charms are the equal of your friend."

	As Patricia unbuttoned her blouse, Tara was seething withanger.

	"Fuck all of this," Tara snarled.  "I'm leaving!" Taradeclared.

	"That's your choice Tara," I said.  "The contract for our
marriage says you have three days to use as you see fit, and you
still have time left today."  I got distracted as Patricia
removed her shirt to reveal nice, plump 40D's held by a black
bra.  "But I must say, if you leave now, I'll send copies of
these three folders to everyone on the wedding list."

	"No!" Barbara, Philip and Patricia shouted at once.  Even Tara
was stunned by their vehemence.  Rich people cling to their
secrets worse than poor people cling to their women.

	"What?" Tara asked in surprise.  "You have to know it's only
going to get worse.  He'll just humiliate all of us!"

	"Then it's up to us to quit," Patricia said with surprising
strength.  
"Those are our secrets he has.  We'll do what it's worth to keep
them to ourselves."

	"And you are not going to screw that up for us," Phillip hissed.
 

	Tara's frustration and her earlier drinking made her say
something stupid.  "You can't be serious!"

	"Tara, you can be a stupid cunt sometimes," I said.  "People can
be bought by anything.  Figuring out what it takes to buy someone
is a hobby of mine.  I bought you with the promise of helping
your family's business.  I bought Emily here with the promise of
steady employment.  Now I've bought your friends, not with money,
but with the threat of their own past.  Why did you bring them
unless you were hoping I would degrade them as easily as I
degraded you?"

	"What?" Barbara demanded.  "You knew he was going to do this?" 

	"No!" Tara snapped. 

	"Tara, lying is bad for you," I said.  "That's the only reason I
can think of for you bringing them here.  It's clear you wanted
to share the pain.  The only other alternative is that you are
stupid enough to think you and your friends could insult me in my
own house."

	Tara closed her mouth and tilted her nose up at me.  Her face
was red with anger and embarrassment, but she was smart enough to
keep quiet.  I realized I missed her anger.

	"What do you want us to do, exactly?" Phillip asked.

	"Now, now, Phillip, no need to be so eager to please," I said. 
Before the stupid man could snap back an angry retort, I cut him
off.  "It's quite simple.  I want you three to strip Tara. 
Technically, I'm not allowed to order her to do it."

	The three looked at Tara with guilty embarrassment on their
faces.  I can't believe these losers were looking to her for
approval.  They needed to be reminded who owned them.

	"Emily, time my new acquisitions three minutes," I said.  "If
three minutes pass and Tara's still dressed fax these folders to
the appropriate numbers."

	"Yes Sir, starting now?" Emily asked.  I didn't have to see her
face.  I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smiling
and eager.

	I looked at the three; their faces were pale and desperation was
mounting in their eyes.  "Yes, right now."

	Patricia surprised me by moving first, walking with
determination to Tara who was backing up.  That broke the spell
on the other two who rushed to surround Tara.  Tara tried to push
them away and actually succeeded for a few seconds.  They were
too half-hearted while Tara was adamant about not being stripped.
 Tara just kept shoving them away while they tried to snatch
something off of her.  I swear have these people never been in a
fight?  

	"Quit being a selfish bitch!" Barbara snapped.  "You are not
going to stop us!"  The sudden strength in Barbara's voice
galvanized them.  Phillip pinned Tara's arms from behind and
Barbara and Patricia moved in, trying to figure out where to
start.

	"Get her shoes!" Phillip growled after Tara gave him a nasty
shin kick.  

	Patricia grabbed Tara's feet and removed her shoes.  The
expensive footwear went flying through the air as Patricia tossed
them.     Barbara was looking at Tara, in her mind trying to
figure out to strip the dress.  As much as I liked to look at
Barbara's tits while she was in thought, they needed to hurry.

	"Time is running out," I declared.  "Maybe you shouldn't be so
gentle.  Your friends won't be when they discover your secrets."


	"He's right," Phillip growled.  "Just pull her dress up, we'll
get it over her head somehow!"

	"Noooo!" Tara screamed, a real ear splitting cry of anger as she
realized how futile her situation was.  Patricia and Barbara
lifted her dress past her hips, revealing Tara's wonderful
stockings and the silver of my chastity belt.  Patricia and
Barbara both stopped when they saw the belt.

	"What?" Phillip growled.  He kept looking at Emily and her
watch.

	"Some sort of weird sex toy," Barbara said.  The look of disgust
she gave Tara was priceless.  Patricia just smirked.  She knew
what it was.

	"Well fuck it.  Just get her dress up!" Phillip commanded.

	The girls obeyed, and in a fierce struggle, they tried to get
her dress off.  It was quite funny. These were people so wealthy
and cultured they had no experience in physical combat, and yet
they were desperately trying to learn in a hurry.  They lifted
her dress to her chest and they had to bend Tara over.  Phillip
let go of her arms for a split second to get the dress over her
head and she fought like a wild animal.  She pushed at them, but
she couldn't keep them all away.  Patricia was smart enough to
grab her legs and get Tara off balanced.  When Tara struggled to
keep from falling, Phillip and Barbara were able to slip her
dress off.  

	"Time's up," Emily announced with relish.  Tara still had her
stockings and a nice black bra that held her pale breasts. 
"Shall I fax the files now?"

	"Wait!" Barbara cried out.  "It's not fair, Tara's not helping
at all!"

	"I don't care if it's fair," I said.  "We had a game, and you
three lost.  On the other hand, if you girls take off your bras
and Phillip strips his pants and underwear, I'll allow you to
have an extra minute."

	This time, Barbara was the first to comply.  She removed her bra
and set those lovely tanned breasts of hers free.  Phillip was
next as he removed his pants.  Emily laughed, as his full
erection was evident.  I joined her laughter.  It was clear
Tara's male friend was enjoying himself too much.  

	As funny as Phillip's plight was, I was more interested in
Patricia.  She was the wild card.  Patricia held the position of
omega in this pack of spoiled wolves, and yet this humiliation
might be too much for her.  I think the fact that the others were
suffering as well was helping her.  Once the others had disrobed,
she had no problem taking off her bra.  Her breasts were heavy
and large, and I licked my lips at the thought of fucking those
tits.  Oh well, one humiliation at a time.	

	"You last minute starts now," I said.  "Be quick or I may have
other ideas on how you can earn more time."

	The three attacked Tara with new relish.  Barbara grabbed Tara
by her coif, ruining her new haircut and causing my redhead to
scream in pain.  Phillip used the distraction to dive in on
Tara's bra.  He tried to work the clasp in the back, but that's a
difficult matter when the woman is fighting.  Patricia simply
hooked her fingers in the lacy cups and pulled.  The bra was
ripped from Tara's breasts with a nice, loud tearing sound.

	"Thirty seconds," Emily declared, and the race was on.  Tara's
elbow caught Phillip in the groin, which is what I expected when
I asked him to strip.  He doubled over cursing while Emily and I
laughed.

	Barbara pushed Tara face down to the hard floor, her own breasts
swaying as they fought.  While she had Tara pinned, Patricia
clawed at Tara's stockings.  In long ripping strips, Patricia
tore the delicate stockings from my wife's legs.  Tara screamed
and struggled but Barbara was brutal in her pinning.  The blonde
placed her knee on Tara's back, digging it in when my redhead
bitch was getting close to rising.

	"Time's up," Emily declared just as Tara's pale legs were
cleared of the last of her stockings.

	"Very nice, properties," I said.  "Phillip, snap out of your
self-pity and pick up your discarded belt.  To keep your secrets,
I must ask you three to whip Tara's ass until I feel she has been
punished enough.  Since she was the one who brought you here, I
suggest you use this chance to teach her a lesson."

	The three rich snobs actually smiled at that idea.  

	"Patricia, get her legs," Barbara commanded.  The blonde
straddled Tara's head while her hands held down Tara's arms.  I
noticed Barbara was facing Tara's ass, wanting to watch the
punishment as much as I did.  Patricia sat on Tara's knees, her
own heavy breasts heaving with the efforts of their wrestling. 
She was facing Tara's ass as well.

	"Sorry, Tara," Phillip said off-handedly, standing over her ass.
 He brought the belt down on her ass lightly, barely audible. 
Tara didn't even flinch.

	"Oh please, Phillip," I growled.  "You can do much better than
that."
 	
	Phillip swung again, a bit harder this time.  This time Tara did
flinch, but it wasn't from the pain.  I bet she was flinching
because she expected worse. 

	"Harder, Phillip," I shouted.  He swung again and this time he
got a noise out of Tara.  It was a contemptuous giggle.

	"Did you hear that Phillip?" I demanded.  "She's laughing at
you.  She's laughing at your lack of manhood.  Tara would never
laugh like that if I were spanking her.  What kind of wretch are
you that you can't even get respect out of someone you are
spanking?"

	Phillip swung harder, and faster.  Red stripes began to appear
on Tara's ass, and her laughs were replaced with wincing moans. 
That was more like it.  The angle was awkward for Phillip because
he had to bent over to hit her, but he didn't complain.  Faster
and faster the belt came down.  Apparently Phillip needed no more
urging.  

	Tara began to scream.  I had spanked her enough times to know it
was anger more than pain.  She was being whipped like a child
with a simple belt.  She was angry that the man she was teasing
me with had now embraced the role of her punisher.  I had denied
her powers of seduction, and the proof was in the ass.  Welts
appeared on her pale ass; perfect stripes framed by the chains of
her chastity belt.  Each stripe was another sign that Tara
couldn't use her charms to thwart me.

	Again and again, he brought the belt down like he was chopping
wood.  Phillip was angry, frightened, and humiliated, and Tara's
sweet ass was paying for it.  I think it was cathartic for
Phillip.  He began to smile and a little tension was leaving his
shoulders.  I wondered what other he secrets he might have that
could explain such stress.

	Large red stripes formed on her ass and Tara's screams changed
from screams of anger to screams of pain.  She fought and
twisted, trying to escape Phillip's relentless belt.  I could
barely hear Tara's screams from between Barbara's thighs.  This
was a good thing.  It is, after all, a small room. 

	Patricia and Barbara were heartless as their friend was whipped
before their eyes.  Thankfully, my wife kept struggling and
trying to escape.  It caused the two sluts on top of her to keep
moving as they fought her, which also meant that their breasts
were constantly swaying and jiggling.  I decided I wanted to see
one of them in action.

	"Turn Tara over," I commanded.  "And one of you bought sluts
will whip her tits for me."

	Phillip simply stopped and stood there breathing hard.  He was
in another place entirely.  Yes, there were definitely more
secrets of his to be discovered

	"Patricia take his belt.  Phillip, take her place.  Barbara,
stay where you are, I like the sight of you sitting on my wife's
head."

	Barbara actually blushed, turning her face away from me in
embarrassment.  
Rich people can be such children sometimes.  

	Working together, they rolled Tara over.  Tara screamed a fresh
cry of pain as her ass came in contact with the floor.  Phillip
sat on Tara's knees, and Patricia stood up.  Emily laughed as
Phillip's cock throbbed just under Tara's sex.  I was too busy
watching Patricia wind one end of the belt around her wrist.  It
looks like my files were correct, and she had done this before.

	Tara kept shifting, trying to lift her welt-covered ass from the
floor.  
It was a lewd dance she was performing, squirming as she was with
Barbara sitting on her face.  It looked quite decadent and it
reminded that I should get Tara her first bisexual experience
sometime this week.

	Patricia brought the belt down hard on Tara's breasts and her
follow-through was exquisite.  Barbara's thighs muted Tara's
scream of fresh pain but it was crystal clear in its anguish. 
The belt flattened Tara's breasts and the red strip that joined
the breasts was perfect.  It was exciting to think we were just
beginning.

	"No, Patricia!" Tara commanded.  "Don't you dare!"

	"Don't I dare?" Patricia asked.  "I have to or else.  What else
am I supposed to do?"

	"I don't care," Tara snapped.  "It just hurts too much!" 

	"You never care," Patricia snarled and she resumed the whipping.
 Patricia's face was one of concentration but she softened as the
whipping continued.  In fact, a small smile was coming to her
lips.  It looked like I was right again in thinking that Patricia
desired to do this.  I imagine she had years of slights to make
up for.  Although she lacked the force that Phillip had, she made
up for it with technique.  Sometimes she would whip the top of
Tara's tits and sometimes she would just smack a single breast
with excellent precision.  Before long, Tara's white breasts were
bright pink, and Tara's screams were reduced to simple sobs.  

	This drama was a delight.  One man whips out of some hidden
stress, while one woman gets her revenge under the guise of
blackmail.  Tara, who was using her friends to hurt me, was now
seeing the proper way to manipulate such worthless people.  Only
Barbara seemed impassive, she merely doing what it took to
escape.  I'm not sure if it was her cold attitude or her tanned
breasts that attracted me to her.
  
	I unzipped my pants.

	"Barbara come over here," I commanded.  Barbara frowned and
actually hesitated.  She knew what I demanded, but it was
inconceivable to think she was actually debating it.

	"You have to the count of five and then I'll order your files
released," I growled.  She jumped from Tara's face and hurried
her topless ass over here.

	Tara's face and arms were free and she looked positively
enraged.  She crossed her arms over her tender breasts.  Tears of
pain were flowing from her face as she looked accusingly at
Patricia and Phillip.  What did she expect?  Everyone has his or
her price for me.

	 "Here's the deal, slut," I told Barbara.  As soon as you make
me climax, 
I'll let your little friends go.  You'll even take your files
with you.  But please hurry, I have other things to do today
besides deal with you weak willed people."

	Barbara snarled but kept quiet.  She reached for my cock and
began stroking me.  It was nice, but it wasn't what I ordered.

	"Use your mouth slut, before I decide to not be so generous," I
ordered.

	The blonde frowned but she did as I commanded.  Her mouth opened
and sucked at the tip of my cock.  I placed my hand on her head
and eased her down my length.  Her breasts pressed against my
thighs and I could feel the hard points of her nipples.  I
couldn't believe she was aroused, but it was no concern of mine.
I'll let her figure out the source of her arousal; I just wanted
to enjoy the excellent blowjob.  Barbara's mouth was warm and
wet, perfect for a hard cock to fuck.

	"There's no need for you two to stop," I told Patricia and
Phillip.  "Put 
Tara over your knee, Phillip and give her ass another beating. 
Patricia, hold her arms out for Phillip.  I want to hear my
wife's ass being spanked while I cum in her friend's mouth."

	"No, please," Tara begged.  "I'll be good, I promise!" 

	"It's not a matter of being good," I said.  I sighed as
Barbara's tongue flicked the opening of my cock.  "It's a matter
of me being entertained."

	They did exactly as I commanded, and Tara was too exhausted to
even put up a fight.  Phillip sat his naked butt down on one of
my chairs and threw Tara over his lap.  I can only imagine how
Tara felt having his cock pressed against her stomach.  Patricia
grabbed Tara's wrists and pulled her arms out.  Tara's ass was
still red from the savage beating Phillip gave her, but she still
had enough voice to cry out when he began spanking her with his
bare hand.

	Barbara was now sucking me with more enthusiasm.  She was in a
hurry to leave, which meant she was sucking me as best she could.
 The little blonde slut even fondled my balls.  She was tickling
my sack with her fingernails as she tried to arouse me further. 
Her suction was superb and her tongue was thick against my cock.
Oh yes, she was a talented cocksucker.

	Phillip wasn't spanking Tara hard enough for my tastes but Tara
was screaming anyway.  She flinched and writhed on his naked lap
and the smile Phillip had told me he wouldn't mind fucking her. 
Too bad for him.  Tara was mine and I wouldn't tolerate another
cock taking her today.  Today's little episode reminded me of how
much I loved to own her and I was feeling a bit possessive. 
Frustrated by the naked beauty squirming on his cock he struck
her harder and harder till her ass was as red as my ripe
tomatoes.

	"Suck a bit harder slut," I teased Barbara.  The spoiled always
need more encouragement or they slack off.  Her eyes were twin
points of hatred as she bounced on my cock.  I twisted her hair
in my hands to remind her who was in charge, and she whimpered. 
Her nipples were still hard against my thighs.  It must have been
supremely humiliating to have to suck me while she was so
aroused.

	WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Phillip's hand rained down on Tara's ass
while topless Patricia smiled.   Patricia held Tara's arms but
she didn't need to.  My defeated wife's head hung loosely, and
her hair trailed downward.  My wife was utterly devastated and
all trace of her former smugness was gone.  She was no longer the
snobby princess; she was just a naked woman being spanked for my
enjoyment.

	"Here comes my cum, bitch," I taunted Barbara.  She tried to
move away but my hands held her tight to my cock.  My seed
erupted with force in her mouth and coated the back of her
throat.  My hips thrust forward as I ejaculated a second load
into Barbara's struggling mouth.  Her fighting only aroused me
more and I soon emptied all of my cum into her reluctant mouth.

	I fell back in my chair and released her hair.

	"All three of you, leave now," I sighed with pleasure.  "Emily
give them their folders and escort them out, now.  There will be
plenty of time for dressing when they are back in their limos."

	Emily did a wonderful job of shoving their folders at them and
hurrying them out.  She didn't even allow them to gather their
clothes.  I can only wonder the embarrassment they would go
through when they are escorted past my servants and dumped on
their own.  Oh well, next time I'll walk with them so I can
watch.

	Tara had been dumped on the floor.  She was on her side, unable
or unwilling to stand.  I walked over to her, bent down beside
her and grabbed her lovely red hair.  Lifting her up harshly, I
looked down at her and her pink welt-covered tits.

	"Are you curious as to what horrible secrets your friends
betrayed you for?" I asked.

	A flicker of nastiness crossed her face.  "Yes," she hissed.

	"Barbara had a nose reduction shortly before moving to this
area," I said, enjoying the confusion on her face.  "Phillip had
a brief, annulled marriage with an older woman.  Patricia's great
secret is that she is a member of an S & M club.  That's all of
it."

	Tara closed her eyes and ground her teeth in anger.  I twisted
her silky hair until she cried out and her eyes opened.  I like
my whores to look at me when I'm tearing them down.

	"They were all minor secrets, really," I said.  "But because
your circle of friends are so superficial, so shallow and so
lacking in real friendship, they were willing to die to keep
those secrets.  Or in this case, just humiliate the Hell out of
you.  Keep that in mind the next time you turn to them.  Any one
of them would sell you out in a second.  Anyone of them might be
selling you out right now.  The next time you leave here, how
will you know if the friend you are with hasn't been bought by
me?"

	"I hate you," Tara said, very slowly.

	"I believe you," I shrugged.  "But in, oh, eight more hours,
you'll be sucking my cock anyway.  Enjoy the rest of your time
off."

	I released her hair.  I wanted to get some work done before we
met again later that day.  I need to decide how I was going to
introduce her to fucking other women.

To be continued     

If you want to see me write more, then please send me an e-mail
at Arthurgthomas@hotmail.com

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