M-My m-mistress Natalie Portman c-caught m-my in the b-bathroom w-with a-a pair o-of her p-panties, a tube o-of Vaseline and three e-elastic bands... I-I pleaded i-innocence, s-saying h-her p-panties w-were there w-when I-I came in, b-but she s-stuffed h-her cl-clenched fist into m-my f-face s-several t-times... She c-called m-me a-a perpetual l-lost cause, s-said I-I eat h-her f-food and take c-comfort in h-her h-house, s-scratch my ass sitting on the couch all day and r-repay h-her g-goodwill b-by betraying h-her confidence, sn-snatching h-her clothes t-to use in m-my base and degraded a-activities... M-My n-nose f-felt l-like i-it was o-on f-fire, m-my e-eyes l-like they w-were g-going t-to pop o-out and my head l-like Barney the m-man in a-a p-purple costume w-was h-holding s-so tight i-it w-was g-going to explode... I-I h-hobbled a-around f-for a-a second in a-a daze b-before t-toppling o-over onto th-the f-floor, k-knocked out after f-feeling a-a last k-kick in my rib cage and i-insult thrown...
You have her bent over. Now what?
God. Modern celebrities are so lame.
I-I know m-my m-mistress l-likes t-to have h-her n-night's o-out while I-I stay a-at h-home a-and w-watch TV, waiting f-for h-her t-to c-come back...
No you don't touch them...
Not at all?
Or she would be used to it..
I-I tried t-to ask h-her where sh-she g-goes b-but sh-she s-says it's n-none o-of m-my business...
Fuck, young chloe gets me rock hard