Chapter 1992 My Debbie's Pussy:>Ep3

"I would make you get checked by a doctor for every possible disease. But even if you received a clean bill of health, I don't know if I would ever allow you to have sex with me again. I would be sickened and disgusted by you and your lack of respect for yourself and for me," Debbie admitted with tears flowing down her cheeks. Other than that, I would try to think of things to humiliate and degrade you constantly. In short, I would only keep you around to make your life hell." Debbie put her face into her pillow and sobbed and cried. I could tell it was not an act, or a ploy for sympathy. Her mind didn't work like that. She was a direct person, overwhelming opposition with sheer will, and bile. I again allowed her to get cried out as I considered my options. I don't know how long I sat there thinking. At some point I realized she had calmed back down and was sitting next to me, waiting.