"We've only just started. Save those tears for later when I can really enjoy them. Have you thought about what I said? You enticed my brother, and countless other men, to join you in your room to "talk" and when they got there, it was a trap. Did it ever occur to you that some men do want to talk? They might be lonely or need a pretty face to unload some of their troubles on. Sure, some men will cheat, but you don't even try to find out which ones."

 

She sniffled and stared at him defiantly. "If they weren't going to cheat, they would have refused my room key. They would have said 'No, thanks I shouldn't. I'm married.' Instead, they eagerly take the key! How is it an innocent move for a married man?"

 

"Oh, Simone. You open the trap, and if anyone even strolls around the edge of it, you snap it shut catching a piece of clothing or a shoelace and calling that an accomplishment. Had you said, 'Hey, how about a fuck?' it would be different. You offer a friendly ear, not a friendly piece of your pussy."

 

As he finished talking, he tapped the end of the crop onto the outer edges of her pussy lips as if to emphasize his point. With increasing speed and force, the swats to her pussy rained down until she was screaming non-stop. He shuddered and groaned at her obvious agony.