“What a weak plea,” Jordan sighed.
“Please! I’m begging you. I’m begging you, please. Please do me. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Terra screamed.
“If she’s going to be a bitch maybe we should treat her like one, Daddy,” Mia suggested with a devilish smile.
Jordan smiled along, loving the idea, but also wondering what kind of things went on in Mia’s head. He removed his loosened tie and wrapped it around Terra’s neck. After tying a firm knot, he pushed her back with his foot. Terra stood on all fours like a dog on a leash, staring into Jordan’s eyes.
“Alright, puppy. If you’re going to live here there are going to be some rules. But I’m sure you’d know all about rules. And in this house, if you want to be fucked, you follow them,” Jordan explained, tugging on the tie.
“First off, everything Daddy says goes. Disobey and you won’t get a fucking for a week,” Mia said.
“Secondly, you put Mia back on the list and handle each and every single arrangement that ensures we stay together. If you fail to do that, the school, your husband and the world will know what a pathetic whore you are,” Jordan added.
“You’ll take back everything you said about me, my family, and Daddy. You’ll treat us both like your owners and give us respect,” Mia added.
“We fuck where I want, when I want. No condoms. And we stop fucking when I say we’re done. If you’re tired or exhausted you’re going to suck it the fuck up,” Jordan said.
“Lastly, if you’re going to live with Daddy. Your cunt’s going to have to learn how to take a beating. So, no whining, okay?” Mia concluded.
Jordan and Mia watched Terra with condescending grins, but Terra loved it. The cold stares she received from her new owners gave her warm chills she would do anything to maintain. She nodded her head after each commandment and particularly enjoyed the last one.
“Alright, get on the bed,” Jordan instructed.
Mia stood up to make room for Terra as she crawled on her hands and knees to the bed. Mia slapped Terra’s ass as she climbed and Jordan slapped along other shortly after. It wasn’t as perky and plump as Mia’s, but it was firm and pale; an easy target for leaving handprints.
“Hmm, she’ll need to get used to you. So — maybe on her back first?” Mia suggested.
“See how my little girl cares about people? She’s thinking about the condition of your sorry cunt. Say ‘thank you’,” Jordan instructed.
“Th-thank you,” Terra stuttered as she rolled onto her back.
Mia reached around Terra’s back and quickly removed her plain, black lace bra. She grabbed onto Terra’s mature, moldable D cups decorated with a firm pink nipple on each.
“Squishy,” Mia teased as she played roughly with Terra’s tits.
She kneaded them into any shape she felt like, even if they would have obviously hurt Terra. However, knowing Terra, she probably enjoyed every second of it.
“That’s too rough, Mommy,” Terra squeaked.
“Shut up,” Mia sighed.
She pinched Terra’s nipples and pulled them hard up high. She dropped them and watched as they bounced to the side.
“Oh, you’re perky for an old dog,” Mia teased.