
A jealous friend
That bitch Vivien went on a date without saying a word to me.
She dressed like a —high black stockings, a leather skirt, and a blouse that didn’t hide her belly.
For this, I had to punish her.-I tied her to the chair, spread her legs apart in her stockings so that her panties would be visible, and taped her filthy mouth shut.
I had to adapt to the situation—I put on leather leggings and high black leather boots.
I walk into the room and, with a sharp movement, remove the tape from her brazen mouth, and I begin the interrogation.
For every wrong answer, I cover her mouth with my hand so that she apologizes.
I’m lying on top of her and doing everything I can to make her regret what she did.
