1. Owning a Dominant Bitch - Complete


    Date: 7/6/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    chest and I could now clearly see who it was. “Dad!” I exclaimed, “how did you… what… I mean…” I was truly speechless. “Busy here,” he said nonchalantly and he ground the barrel of the gun into the felled man. “Pioter, how are you?,” Dad said in calm voice, “I see you have your pet with you.” He nodded toward the giant. “Who are you?” came the reply. “No one important,” my Dad said as if in a normal conversation, “but a friend of mine is interested in finding you.” “Fuck you,” he screamed as he struggled to move the gun away from his chest to no avail, “I kill you, I kill your boy, and I kill your friend that is looking for me.” “Ok,” Dad pushed his finger into the trigger guard with the Russian’s own stubby nub. It wouldn’t take much f***e to set off the gun at this point. “Alexander wanted to catch up with you, but I guess I can just have him pick up your body.” The giant man had sat with the stun gun at the base of his neck, quietly holding his dick up to this point. His head snapped around at the mention of the name Alexander and I could clearly see the fear in his eyes. He spoke rapidly to his partner in their native language and even Pioter seemed less than excited about the prospect of a meeting with this person. He relaxed under my Dad and released his grip on the gun, allowing it to be taken from him. Dad got up but Pioter stayed on the ground for good reason. His leg was broken and sitting at a weird angle on the floor but he acted as if it was not hurting at all. ...
    “How ‘bout we make deal,” Pioter said, “you let me go, I don’t kill you.” “Interesting,” my Dad replied, “I have a better deal, you leave now and never come back because Alexander knows where you are. When he gets here I will let him know you got away.” “Deal,” said both Russians at once. I waved off the twins and they cautiously backed away from their captive. The big man stood up and moved over the retrieve his clothes. “Wait,” I took his clothes and checked them. In the front left pocket of his pants there was a small handgun and knife. I pulled them out and put the clothes on a table before backing away so he could pick them up. He grabbed the garments and then limped over to help his friend up. They slowly made their way toward the exit. “That’s fine,” said Brittany suddenly, “I don’t need those idiots anyway. I can get plenty more like them.” Frank groaned and we all turned our attention back to the instigator. “I don’t think so,” my Dad said calmly, “you don’t have leverage anymore.” “Yes I do,” she said nastily, “I have copies of everything hidden.” “Oh,” Dad said cheerfully, “do you mean these?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out several thumb drives. “Where… how did you get those,” Brittany’s face showed her fear now. ”The bank deposit box where you left them. It appears you haven’t paid your bill in several years and the bank can seize any contents.” “You’re lying!” she cried, “I paid my bill a year in advance.” “Well shit,” my Dad was playing with her now, ...
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